( 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

[sirnyxalot]

[His grin turns almost wicked.]

Try again when we're not taken hostage by nurses.

[It was almost a laughable proposition considering how bad he must look right now. Even aside from the reasons they broke up before, it's been years. It might feel like he'd seen her not that long ago, but the gaps didn't just go away just because he wanted them to. Was he the same man she knew back then?

Flirting probably wasn't advisable for any reason.

Not...that it stopped him from letting her take the lead so he could admire how much she's changed. The years have been kinder to her.

The sneaking felt familiar-military training, his mind helpfully supplies-and he's shaking his head before the question is even entirely out of her mouth.]

All I was told is that I was in an accident and that I hit my head. [A sheepish pause.] Admittedly I hadn't actually stopped to ask since I woke up again.

[smuttywitch]

[Rachel definitely perks up at that grin]

I'll hold you to that.

[she has the vague feeling she's seen men beat up way worse, but it's super foggy and she doesn't know why. That's another freaky thing to figure out. And while she knows she probably shouldn't encourage this from what she does remember, it's a lot simpler than dealing with the fragmented mess of memories she has]

That's pretty much what I've got too. I'd be asking way more if hospitals didn't give me the creeps when I knew why I was in them, so I've been playing the good girl until I could sneak out. [that's one memory that's way too clear, and it's making her sick every moment]

Ugh why are hospitals always so freaking cold. You'd think you'd want to keep sick people warm. [but she's always run cold. She remembers that, sort of]

[sirnyxalot]

Probably to discourage leaving their beds.

[It sounds almost reasonable.]

I don't remember if I've spent that much time in hospitals. [A frown.] I can't even remember visiting you at all.

[He was a soldier at one point, right? Wouldn't that have been commonplace? His mind dances around the answer when he tries to chase it.]

[smuttywitch]

I was freezing my ass of in bed. That's why I'm out here, still freezing my ass off, trying to find some pants.

[she practically pouts. No one else seemed so miserable, at least not for that reason, ad it's bugging her.

She manages a little smile at his next comment though. She doesn't remember telling him much about her illness, and for good reason. After she'd been well enough not to be in the hospital every few months, she knows she'd just wanted to be normal]

It was mostly when I was a kid, I had a really weak immune system when I was little. Puberty fixed it though. [she thinks? she just knows she stopped going to the sick kids camp after she turned thirteen]

[sirnyxalot]

[He's a little relieved to hear it. Not that she was sick as a child, but that he hadn't known her at the time. He didn't like to think he'd be the kind of guy who would just ignore it when his girlfriend is sick. Though him being an asshole would be a great reason to dump him.]

Well, it's not all bad. At least we're not freezing our bare asses off alone, right? And hey, that looks promising. [He gestures to a door swinging closed from where a nurse just walked out; 'Employees Only' written along the plaque.]