pineslog | ( march intro ) WELCOME TO THE PINES!

INTRODUCTION LOG

waking up

There was an accident. That's basically the only thing you know for certain. Maybe a car wreck - metal and broken glass everywhere, and the sirens and the screaming. Or maybe there was an explosion. Maybe your bike hit a rock and you careened uncontrollably off a mountain path. You can't can't quite make out the details, not who was at fault or why. Try as you might, the chaos is all you can remember.

It's also the last thing you remember from before you wake up here.

When you open your eyes, the accident is gone. Instead, you're in a hospital bed. You're sluggish, covered in a scattering of minor injuries you only vaguely remember getting, not to mention the vaguely-healed remnants of any wounds you might've had before.

It's a shame you won't be able to tell the difference between the two. Your memories are an indiscernible fog if not absent altogether, only a few standing out in your mind with any kind of certainty.

Whether or not the room's 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. Welcome to Wayward Pines, 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. The hospital's population is quadruple the usual, and you get the impression the nurses are working themselves ragged just running damage control. You can even leave your room without much fuss - whichever doctor or nurse intercepts you gets called away almost immediately to deal with something even more pressing.

Mingle, visit your fellow patients, even poke around for a few basic answers. Or maybe, maybe just stroll right on out the front door.

heading outside

One step outside and it's perfectly clear that your hospital gown simply isn't going to cut it for long. the sidewalks and buildings covered in snow and a crisp winter wind whipping at you through the thin cloth. It's like a scene out of a holiday greeting card or a snow globe, picturesque and nearly untouchable. And yet you're here. Touching it all. Dressed in nothing but a hospital gown. You should at least think about getting some mittens if you're going to keep, you know, touching it.

Trees line the street at regular intervals, carefully manicured and coated in a thin layer of pure white snow. Cars cruise by at a safe and respectable speed. Pedestrians spare you glances, some wary and some concerned.

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 and one that you might: Wayward Pines Police Department. Whether you asked for yourself or simply overheard, you've likely caught wind by now that all of your earthly possessions now lie with the Sheriff until you see fit to claim them.

Might as well head that way, right?

items reclaimed

So you've visited the Wayward Pines Police Department and reclaimed... well. Most of your stuff, anyway, though you can't quite remember what's missing. Best to put it out of mind, as you head down the steps toward the Main Street sidewalk. At the very least, pedestrians have stopped looking at you like you're sick or crazy. (Then again, depending on what you're wearing, maybe it's gotten worse.)

The sheriff also forked over what looks like the key to a house ("A cozy place to stay while you're here in town."), plus the address that it belongs to. You could check it out, see what kind of digs they're putting you up in.

Or you could stick around Main Street and sight-see a little. Also a perfectly viable option. Hell, maybe it'll jog your memory a little. A few of the shops do feel inexplicably familiar...

( ooc notes )

Welcome to the second newbie mingle log! We apologize for the delay.

This log is meant to cover characters' first day in Wayward Pines. For the most part, only the five memories detailed in your character's application are remembered throughout the duration of this log, although the first couple of false Wayward Pines memories might begin to surface (in those who've opted to utilize this mechanic) as the day 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.

Any questions about the log or its contents can be addressed to our FAQ or the intro log's designated Plurk.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

We don't talk about stuff like that.

[ Dropping the sneakers, he nudges them close to her feet so that she could easily step into them, out of it or not. They're probably a size too big for Skye, but it's the closest out of the shoes he's got. ]

Not unless you wanna get into trouble around here anyways. Hold still.

[ Lantar moves to drape the oversized coat over her shoulders. ]

Why not?

[Yeah, not something she wanted to hear when she's already shaken up. Looking down at the sneakers in front of her it's easy to see that they are way too big, but she still steps into them. Way better in comparison to being bare foot out here.]

You get in trouble for not remembering things?

There's lots of ways to get into trouble around here.

[ He jerks his head to the sign taped in a nearby storefront as he finishes straightening out the jacket. ]

You'll remember. Just give it a few weeks and keep your head down.

[ After loosely tying up the belt, Lantar steps back and zips up the duffel. For a moment he looks like he's ready to just leave, but then stops again. ]

You know where you're heading? Or do you want me to walk you to the sherrif's office?

You sound like you're talking from experience.

[Skye's heard a few people talk about how they can't remember anything in the hospital either.]

No.

[It takes Skye a minute to realize that is a very vague answer, which was all thanks to all the thoughts running around in her head.]

I don't know where anything is.

Right.

[ Lantar's not answering that. He's still got the bandages around his throat and he's not in a mood to remember anything right now, much less talk about it. ]

There's several a town maps down Main Street and you can nab one from the sheriff's office once we get there and get your stuff back.

[ He jerks his head in the general direction of the office before turning away and starting to walk without waiting for an answer. ]

I'll show you where it's at.

How big is this place exactly?

[Skye moved as soon as he started to, she'd rather not get lost just because she was too busy stuck in her own thoughts.]

Uh, thanks...? Sorry, what's your name?

Tiny. I can run across this town in fifteen minutes. I keep bumping into my customers outside of work and it's really freaking weird.

[ Then again, once you've been on a nexus station like Omega, even a big city would seem small. ]

I'm Lantar Sidonis. You remember your name yet?

Customers? Where do you work?

[Were there more of the same thing he was around here as well? She of course wasn't going to ask him that, not after he, rightfully, got peeved at her for asking what he was.]

Skye. It's about the only thing I really remember.

A bar. I own Weaver's.

[ Literally the only bar in town at the present time. ]

If you need employment, I've still got a spot for two servers. You gotta willing to deal with drunk idiots and the bathroom horror show if I'm not around for your shift. I'm usually on call though.

Oh, um...

[Why was he offering her a job like she planned on staying here? She doesn't remember this place, which she assumes is because she's never been here. Right? Or did she just not remember that either?]

I don't plan on staying here long. I just need to-

[Need to what? The last thing she remembered before waking up here was falling out of a flying car.]

I just need to figure out how the hell I got here.

Look. I'm just offering you a job and some money for doing it, okay?

[ Cagey? Maybe just a little. ]

Either you do or you don't, it's none of my business. Just keep the speculating to yourself.

[ It's here that he finally slows to a stop. The police station stood on the opposite side of the street from them. ]

Here's your stop. Just go to the front desk and ask for your stuff. They'll give you your clothes and the key to your house.

[Just a little, but Skye doesn't defend herself for his snappy attitude. They kind of got off on the wrong foot to begin with.

She looks to the police station, debating whether or not to go inside. This whole place gave her weird vibes, or maybe that was just from the accident. Nothing felt right.

Did he just mention a house?]

...The key to my house?

[ There are very few people who wouldn't get the snappy attitude at this point. Nothing personal, there, Skye. ]

Yeah. Congrats. You're a homeowner. [ Lantar shrugs here, before turning to walk away. He has other naked amnesiacs to hunt down and clothe. Over his shoulder, he adds, ] It's not going to get any less weird from here.

[ And if Sky had anything else to say, he's not sticking around to hear it. ]

Thanks for that.

[What the hell is happening? It doesn't take a genius to know none of this was right.]

Thanks for your help.

[Did he even hear that? Who the hell knows. Either way she makes sure to look both ways, she doesn't need another accident, and makes her way across the road to the police station.

Eventually she'd stop by the bar he mentioned, but right now she just needed to figure out what the hell was happening.]

( march intro ) WELCOME TO THE PINES!

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Thread wrap?

Works for me! <3 We gotta do more with these two asap.