( march intro ) WELCOME TO THE PINES!

[officialnotice]

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

[morethan084]

[Skye was pretty good at reading people, but she wasn't sure what this woman's intentions were. Either way, she didn't get a good vibe about it. Why was she so interested in a laptop? Had she been watching her? Was this because of her talking with that woman on the way to the police station?]

A laptop?

[Skye held her hand on it just so she couldn't make a grab for it as she looked around. No one else had one out. That was odd.

Eyes falling back to the woman, Skye looked at the woman's hands before her eyes drifted to her face.]

Sorry. The battery is dead.

[As it is, Skye's already moving to put it back into her backpack.]

[vdova]

[ Natasha makes no move to stop her from putting the laptop away — she doesn't want to steal it, just look it over. She pulls her hand back, wraps her fingers around her coffee mug and gives Skye an inscrutable smile. ]

Electricity works the same everywhere, doesn't it? Or did you forget the charger at home?

[morethan084]

[She knew something. Skye figured that much out, and considering she could barely remember anything and had no memory of her accident, Skye was on edge. This was just making things ten times worse.

Of course she's not going to tell her that she just came from the hospital. After all she probably knew that didn't she? Followed her here after seeing her talking to that woman.

Something about the way she worded that made Skye wonder what she meant by that exactly.]

What do you mean the same everywhere?

[vdova]

[ Natasha feigns surprise, brow furrowing a little bit. ]

I mean that you don't have to have a dead battery. What else would I mean?

[ There's a little bit of purposeful needling Natasha's doing here; she's never been impressed that SHIELD stuck around, even after she and Steve and Sam did everything they could to burn it to the ground to take Hydra with it. She shouldn't be surprised that Fury and Hill kept it going underground, but old trusts die hard. In essence, this is a test. Seeing if Skye is worthy. Sorry, May. ]

[morethan084]

[Skye's expression of suspicion falters a little at that. Still, she doesn't back down that easily. Especially because she hadn't forgotten what she just said. About her 'fancy piece of tech'. Sure the laptop was nice but it wasn't anything to write home about, just something she had won in a bet and then customized to hell.]

Well you're acting like you've never seen a laptop before...

[vdova]

Most people here haven't.

[ She reaches down, takes another sip of her coffee. ] It's about twenty years too early for one.

[ Natasha raises an eyebrow, tilts her head to the side. ] Why would I know it needs a charger if I've never seen one before?

[morethan084]

[Well if her day wasn't already fucked up...

The color drains from her face as she finally, truly, looks around. Not one person is on a cell phone. No laptops, or tablets, or anything that is common place in today's world.]

You're joking. Right?

[She's not only in some place she doesn't even remember being anywhere near, but also has time traveled?]