( march intro ) WELCOME TO THE PINES!

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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.

Comments

[paragon]

[ If Steve notices any tension, he's not showing it by the time Nyx gets a good look at him. Besides, there's plenty to account for it: pain, memory or lack thereof, a too-soft bed. Knowing what it's like to wake up to mortar is just one contender. Steve gives him a small smile when he speaks and doesn't try to stop him from moving, though he does say, ] Don't have to get up on my account.

[ He looks around briefly before half standing himself to grab the rolling bedside table, swung a little too wide for Nyx to be able to reach it comfortably. There's a small plastic pitcher and cups there, and Steve lays his book on the bed so he can pull one off the stack and fill it. He puts pitcher and cup back on the table and pushes it closer to Nyx before settling back, nodding to the man's bandaged and slung arm. ]

Doesn't look like it's broken.

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx snorts, though it sounds painful. Steve should know him by now. If he had the strength he was going to use it. Even if it's for something as stupidly proud as sitting up to face a brother.

At the comment he looks down at his arm and slowly stretches his fingers. They wouldn't extend all the way, his arm visibly trembling within the sling. His voice is tense as he answers.]

Burned, I think?

[It would explain the missing sleeve on the second coat in the bag the sheriff had given him, but only brought up more questions besides. He stops pushing it and instead focuses on taking a grateful drink of water.]

I don't remember what happened.

[paragon]

[ Steve does know him, and he doesn't; either way, he knows a little something about using whatever strength he's got available to him even when that's not much to speak of, so he's not interested in pushing it. The corner of his mouth just twitches at Nyx's wordless eloquence, even if it does still manage to sound pained, though the hint of a smile fades somewhat as his own gaze follows Nyx's down the sling. ]

You need any meds?

[ He doesn't seem too surprised by the not remembering part. ]

[sirnyxalot]

[His head was too...off to give that question the consideration it deserved. Did it hurt? Yeah, but he's had worse...maybe? Surely getting these injuries hurt more than maintaining them.

He's probably a bit of an idiot for trying to remember the accident.

Nyx takes another drink, slowly feeling more awake.]

I'm good for now. Though if yesterday was any indication I might regret it in an hour.