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.
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Character Name,
date,
location, and
Open or
Closed, to help keep things organized and make your character easy to find.
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INTRODUCTION LOG
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Then it seems I definitely need to stop in to buck the trend. [And to see what all the tea fuss was about. What did he care for the opinions of other boys his age? They would either fall in line or move aside when he wanted something.
Pan raised an eyebrow and then turned to follow Jefferson's gaze, catching sight of the man across the room. Huh, so that's how it was? He turned back, giving Jefferson a look over and then shrugging his shoulders as if he had verified that his cousin's virtue was not being tarnished in some way.]
And that little look appears new enough that you're right diddled. So why is my cousin living with you if you're... ah, occupied?
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Be my guest. [ He sees no reason to turn him away from the tea shop, after all. Especially if he's Kenzi's kin.
However, he's going to need the subject to change immediately. Please don't look him over like that. ]
We're just friends, the three of us. We share a house. Nothing strange or untoward about it. [ ANYWAY: ] Kenzi left her husband. She needed a place to stay.
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He raised his eyebrow again at the same time that he offered a knowing smirk and lifted his hands in air-quotes. There had been nothing 'just friends' about that look after all.] If the three of you are 'just friends', I'll be certain to pass along my notes from sexual education class. Though just friends with your own cousin...
[Ah yes, the husband. He seemed to recall something about the man, though there were no solid memories. Guy looked quite a bit like his pa, which was eerie and fascinating.] What makes you so special over the rest of the family?
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[ He'd rather a name that reminds him of home than one that reminds him of Wonderland. And now, it's time for Jefferson to groan and rub his temples with his thumb and forefinger. ] No. Thanks. I don't need your notes. [ Jefferson knows how to get laid, thank you very much! In fact, he's recently broken his 30+ year dry spell. ]
Friendship. What else would it be?
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[Pan smirked and then rolled the dice in his palm, enjoying the sound of pain. It was as the other man deserved, he felt. Besides, Jefferson had made it so easy, and who was he to deny taking such opportunities?] Would you like to give me pointers then, since you're so experienced?
[He huffed and tossed the dice carelessly.] She should be with her own kin. Feels like abandonment her choosing you over us.
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He arches a brow, staring at Peter, then scoffs. ] Yeah, I'm pretty sure your adult cousin's friend shouldn't be the person giving you pointers. Ask your father.
[ But hey, he may seem prudish right here and now, but Jefferson's certainly been around the block! Several blocks. In different worlds. He has a lot of experience to draw from.
Now, though, he regrets not keeping the conversation in the awkward sex talk territory, because family and abandonment are rather sore subjects for Jefferson. And it shows in his painfully expressive face, with the way he winces and keeps his gaze down on the board. His voice is softer, more hesitant and uncertain. ]
She didn't abandon you. She's still here.
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[Pan huffed and glanced around as if looking for his pa and then grabbed the cards for the number and handed some to Jefferson. He then pushed over the dice to the other man.] Pa has three children with three different women; he might not be the one to ask about keeping a relationship with sex. But if you're uncomfortable, I can ask the man you're moon-eyes over? He seems like he might be an honest chap.
[He raised an eyebrow at the sudden pain on Jefferson's face, blinking as if struck by the 'awful' change. Internally, he was thoroughly enjoying himself, attracted to this subject like a hungry shark to blood in the water.]
Hmpt but you're clearly more important than I am. That's a great story of my life. Mum left me behind too... [He looked appropriately chest-fallen, shuffling his cards.] Being alone as a kid leaves so many questions. Like why wasn't I important enough to come back to?
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He takes his cards and looks over the resources in his hand, sparing a glance at Peter again. It looks like Eliot's the wrong way to try to get at him, because all Jefferson does is laugh a little at the thought of the lad going to his redwood of a boyfriend/not-boyfriend/ex/platonic friend and trying to needle at him. Eliot, he knows, isn't the easy mark that he is.
(Remember that thing about knowing his own weaknesses?) ] His advice might be a little advanced for you. [ Eliot sex tips are probably like... graduate-level sex ed.
But, back to the misery taking hold of Jefferson at the talk of family: He reaches for the dice, trying not to react too openly, but that question stabs him right in the heart. Why wasn't I important enough to come back to? He often wonders how many times Grace asked that question. How much she must hate him for being a nothing of a father. His fingers curl over the dice, but he doesn't make a move to throw them, just holds on as he draws in a shaky breath. ]
I'm sure she-- [ He shakes his head. ] Sorry. I don't-- I don't know why your mom... [ Left in the first place? Failed to return? He trails off weakly, blinking as he keeps his eyes on the board. ]
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A little advanced for him? That sounded like he should take offense, and he lifted his eyes from his cards to regard Jefferson for a few moments as he considered the comment.] How so? What does he know that you don't?
[Pan, at first, simply watched the dice as he waited for Jefferson to throw them, but the bearing was clear that they would not get tossed just yet. Slowly, he elevated his eyes to regard Jefferson himself, noting how close the man sounded to being well and truly upset.
He tilted his head, offering both curiosity and concern. Now what was this man's actual story? It seemed like it might be juicy.] No, those are questions only orphans have. All orphans want is their parents... but they had to go away and never come back.
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He drops the dice, then draws his hand back quickly to swipe at his eyes, and he shakes his head again. Whatever number came out of his roll, he doesn't notice; the game's secondary right now. Finally, Jefferson lifts his gaze again, his eyes practically pleading as he meets Peter's. ] Sometimes they have no choice. It doesn't mean you weren't important.
[ It isn't Peter he's trying to convince here, really. It's more... what he wishes he could say to Grace. ]
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His eyes fix on Jefferson rather than the dice, not particularly caring about the roll. The expression, however, was concerned more than interested but he was definitely far more interested in this topic.]
You sound like you know from experience. Did you leave someone behind?
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He should say no. He should deny Grace's existence like he's supposed to. But he can't. He can lie about so much, but not her, and especially not when he's being asked by a child who'd also been abandoned. ]
A daughter. [ His voice is quiet, on the verge of breaking. He blinks again. ] I-- I had a daughter.
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He stiffened at the confirmation, his fingers clenching around his cards. His expression was completely serious, even a touch sad, and he glanced down at the board in front of them.]
...why did you leave her?
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His voice is smaller and desperate again: ] I just wanted to give Grace a better life... [ And from the way he says it, from the way he looks at Peter, it's pretty clear that there's an undercurrent of please please please believe me. Too bad he sounds positively mad now. ]
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Grace, that's a nice name. [He picked up the dice, but he didn't throw them, holding his silence and chewing on his lower lip.] Do you think she had a better life without you?
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She's happy now. With her new parents. [ Because of a curse. He lowers his gaze to the board again, ashamed to even admit how happy Grace is without him. Her new parents (his old neighbors, back in their tiny village) give her everything. ] She doesn't even remember me.
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...new parents? You never got her back? [He sat up straighter but still managed to keep his voice down so as not to attract attention to them. He stared Jefferson dead in the face.] You said you were tricked, so shouldn't you be correcting the mistake you made?
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[Or at least that's how he remembered it anyway. Bouncing around the foster system until landing here after searching for his family.]
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[ Without him. Especially if she comes here but is still cursed by Regina. Then he'd be a stranger. A madman who had her kidnapped. He could never do that to his daughter. ]
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Instead, his frown only deepened and he shook his head.] If you really loved her, you would see that she was with you. No one wants to be a lost little girl. [He narrowed his eyes.] The government should be able to find her. That's how I came to be able to arrive here. I was transferred in. Shouldn't she have the same thing if she apparently loved you so much?
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And cheating! Never mind that, the point is making an elbow rest out of Jefferson's shoulder. ]
One of you just won a shitton of bricks. [One corner of his mouth quirks, because he is entertaining himself with a private joke about shitting bricks. ]
Buuuuut-- [ big eyes! he's so apologetic! ] I'm afraid I have to steal him. Household emergency, you know how these things are.
The emergency, which he mouths loudly at Jefferson, one hand cupped around his lips for ridiculous emphasis, is ( I AM SO BORED ).
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He practically jumps out of his skin when Eliot suddenly rests an elbow on his shoulder, and where normally he'd relax the moment he realized who it was, Eliot may notice the tension running through Jefferson, and the shakiness in his breathing. But at least Eliot offers him an escape-- not just from the boy, but (ideally) from this entire space. All he wants right now is to retreat back home and hide out until he can stomach going out again. ]
Yeah-- uh. [ He wipes his eyes and moves to stand. ] Sorry. I have to-- [ Why is he apologizing to Peter at all? Jefferson gestures vaguely and uselessly, and moves to Eliot's side. (Running away, as usual.) ]
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The trick with the dice, that was intriguing and his mind played over the idea. Something about it was very familiar in a similar way that thinking that he could fly at will was. Something nagged at him, trying to force him to recall something important. Like the beat of his heart in his own ears.]
Household emergency, is it? Well, you best attend to it.
[Maybe the house will be on fire when they get there. Pan pushed his chair away and stood so he could lean over and begin to gather the pieces to put the game away. Internally, he was memorizing the faces of these two men; he would find out everything that he could about them. He would have to appeal the cousin Kenzi; she was always talkative.]
Hope the emergency isn't too severe, laddy.