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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She stumbles back into him and it's a simple thing to reach up and steady her on her feet. He smiles reassuringly and opens his mouth to offer an "it's no trouble" except he happens to look down and sees her spilled coffee, still steaming.]
Oh, shit. Are you okay?
[Eloquent he is not, but he's reaching past another person to grab napkins off the nearest table.]
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I'll be fine. [It's a lie and Justine does nothing to hide the obviousness of the lie from her tone.
Her teeth bite softly into her lower lip as panic flares in her chest. The soft voice in the back of her head claws at her thoughts. Justine pushes it away, drawing her focus to the man in front of her. She's daunting in his side but then Justine has always been rather small. She watches as he reaches for the napkin and mumbles a soft thank you before the rough fabric even touches her skin.
It stings.]
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Of course you'll be fine. Scald like this'll heal in no time.
[Focusing back on her hands, he places his palm over hers and casts the barest whisper of magic. Blizzard was the first spell his memory recovered and the ice chills his veins and cools his skin to ease her burn.]
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The cold surprises her and once again she feels a tension clawing at her thoughts. It takes more effort for her to push it away this time. That sudden cold, it could only be one thing.
Justine looks up at him, her eyes wide.] You used... [magic. The word is left unspoken as a strange subset of memories slip like falling water through her thoughts. A wizard?]
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It's okay, I won't hurt you. [On purpose, anyway. So long as she's not as sensitive to cold as she is to heat.
The distant look was worrying though. Was she a new resident? It could explain a thing or two.]
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I know others... or knew.
[She isn't sure. The word wizard carries such a strong weight in her mind but she can't find the source of the memory. It's as if one detail had been plucked from her memories and everything surrounding that detail appeared fuzzy or unclear.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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'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.]
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Justine. He'll remember to keep an eye out for her.]