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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Hey, he also can't just take his scarf back and leave Izumi without anything. Not the way he was raised. And he doesn't just want to lose this scarf, so...doesn't cost him anything to keep going, right? His voice goes a little bit quieter as he answers, brow furrowed in thought as he remembers. Everything after Philly is kind of a haze, but he remembers the day they first met clear as anything.]

She's...shorter than me. Maybe about this high. [A hand lifts to a point just above his shoulder.] Black hair, kind of wavy, past her shoulders. Asian, not Chinese or Japanese though. [Sorry Cassandra. It's all he knows for context.] Pretty tough, she can hold her own. Kind of quiet? And angry.

[Asian is a broad category, but the wholesome personality 10K paints helps. Izumi commits those details to memory with a nod, because they don't strike him as familiar with anyone he remembers or has encountered in the past couple of hours.]

I haven't run into anyone like that yet. If I do, I'll let you know. [Oh.] How can I find you?

[He knows, it's really not very helpful. It isn't the first time he's wished he knew more about her, remembered more. 10K's not sure what's more frustrating, not remembering anything, or remembering just enough to realize how useless what you have is.

But that's neither here nor there, and he focuses instead on the person with him, one hand digging into his pocket to pull out a slightly crumpled slip of paper.]

Thanks, I appreciate it. Here's my phone number--you can reach me there, if you want. Just leave a message, I'm usually out working most days but I check the machine whenever I get in.

[Izumi accepts the slip with two thumbs, pinching the paper against the sides of his index fingers. There is no pocket for him to store the slip away in, so he busies his hands with old-fashioned holding.

Considering how unreliable his memory is right now, is he even going to remember these details tomorrow?]

Will do. Is there anyone else I should look out for?

[Maybe. Probably. Who can tell? 10K hasn't forgotten anything else since he got here--in fact, he's been remembering things he's pretty sure he didn't know before, people and places he shouldn't know at all--but amnesia probably works differently for everyone. He can hope for that, anyway, and he does think carefully over his answer as they approach the doors to the station. The first words are quick and spoken in a lower, almost furtive voice, and the second louder, with a smile.]

Pay attention to the signs around town--the rules are there for a reason, and they pay attention.

Everyone here is really nice and helpful, though. I'm sure you'll be settled in in no time.

[They pay attention. Talk about ominous, he thinks as he unwraps the scarf to offer back to 10K. The attentive look Izumi shoots is his way of acknowledging the warning before he smiles, despite how frozen his face feels.]

Thanks for everything. I can handle myself from here.

[He takes the scarf back with a nod and a smile, wrapping it back around his own neck. He doesn't want to go in the the police station, he's been there enough lately, but he's done what he can from here.]

Sure, no problem. Get your stuff, stay warm. I'm sure I'll see you around town.

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