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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.

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[while it would be nice for a few more things in her head to get put together, she's almost grateful when he gets close enough for her to be sure his eyes aren't blue. She thinks if he were the man with blue eyes, she might start crying in a gross, loud way that would make someone come out to look. The fact she doesn't know why she'd be crying is a question she still wants answered.

But right now she grins in a way that is too easy, like she does this a lot. Trying to brush guys off, or falling on her ass around them? Both?] Yeah. Just trying to remember how to walk I guess. Going to be breaking my leg off like an icicle if I don't some pants soon, crap.

[She's trying to laugh, make herself seem just flakey enough for him to want to get away. Other people don't seem as bothered by the chill as she is. That's bugging her too. But not as much as the fact his face is making her brain itch again, and that unlike the man with blue eyes, she can suddenly put a name to it. The face in her mind doesn't quite match, but if she puts the scars and bandages on top of it, the name feels right again. She blinks a couple times, another reflex she doesn't get making her arms hug close to her body, and not for warmth.]

...Nyx? [it's said like a question, but she's a little more sure of it than she is when she tries to pin names on the other faces in her memory]

[Oh Six, it IS her. A little older, hair far curlier than he remembers, but no less beautiful than she'd been all those years ago. Nyx's heart leaps in his chest and the resulting smile is fond, if concerned.

(Nyx, she says, and he doesn't remember it the way he knows hers, but the shape of it looks right in her mouth. Like he's seen it many times before.)]

Rachel? How did you get here?

[There are probably more pressing questions, considering they are both in hospital right now, and something tells Nyx that a coincidence of this magnitude is nothing to just brush off, but give him a moment or two to take his in.

They'd broken up, but that never changed how he'd felt about her. 'The one that got away', so to speak.

It occurs to him that neither of them are in anything more than the flimsy hospital gown provided by the overtaxed staff, and Nyx suddenly finds the wall on the other side of her head incredibly interesting.]

Afraid I've had no luck...ah...finding pants, myself.

[A task made all the more difficult by getting lost in the halls.]

[even though there's a funny tightness in her chest, something telling her that she needs to get away from him--not for her safety but for his--Rachel can't help smiling back. The memories of the men after him are a blur, but that time is far clearer in her mind. She'd question it more, if the memories of him weren't good for the most part. No anger, no one intentionally hurt. Which...she has the vague sense that was more than she could say for some of the others

She shrugs] Your guess is as good as mine. Last thing I remember I was driving. Not a freaking clue where I was going. [she'd been upset, she thinks, and maybe that was why she'd been in an accident. But why couldn't she remember why she'd been upset enough to bolt

She notices his gaze, and can't help an impish grin. Which feels wrong. Something in her feels like she shouldn't be happy about anything, especially a guy trying not to look at how little she's wearing] First hospital I've been in where they didn't keep my pants where I could find them. Or at least let someone bring them to me. [she hates that the memory of just how many times she's been in the hospital is one of the few clear things, but at least it's given her a feeling that things are really not right here] Lucky me, seems I'm still as good at breaking out of these places as when I was a kid.

[there's a mischievous glint in her eyes, despite the dim sense that her heart is aching for a reason she can't remember] I could watch your back while we poke around.

[The sheepishness breaks out into a grin and Nyx shakes his head. She hasn't changed one bit. And, well, who was he to complain about the insinuation?]

Watch my back, huh?

[He rubs the back of his neck, relief and amusement knocking down the largest parts of his nerves built up since he woke.]

I can't say I'd object to the backup. I've been turned around ever since I left my room. You'd think I left my sense of direction in the war.

[It wasn't a conscious memory, just something that slipped out of his mouth, but that felt right too. He was--had been--a soldier. Would explain why he was in such great shape, injuries aside.

He gestures with his thumb over his shoulder where he came from, the sound of bustling audible even down the hall.]

Nurses are currently looking the other way. I bet if we're quick we can figure out how to get our stuff.

[Despite the heavy feeling below her breastbone, she still finds herself grinning back, instinctively trying to flip her hair as if it were in an easily maneuvered ponytail. Which it totally isn't right now. Woops. She settles for brushing a few curls from her face, only briefly glancing at the weird scar on the inside of her wrist that looks really old but that she still can't place]

Can't blame a girl for trying.

[There's a distant ache in her mind at the mention of 'the war'. She remembers he'd been deployed--she's sure it wouldn't have lasted, if her foggy history is anything to go by, but she knows that was a huge part of why it ended then. She shoves past that for now, keeping the grin in place]

Lucky for you, I've been sneaking around hospitals for half my life. And they're all pretty much the same in the ways that matter.

[something flashes in her memory--the idea of sending someone else to scout the hall. Jenks comes to her with a pang, of course, he's...good with cameras and things, right? Yeah. But she doesn't remember why he'd be better than her, or why she wants him by her side so much right now.]

Got it. [and it's surprising how quickly she finds her feet now, muscle memory of doing this--and not just in hospitals, she doesn't think--coming back as she starts moving] If anyone gripes at us, I'm still not going back until I get some freaking pants. This is nuts. [she drops her voice to a soft hiss, although it's clear she really is peeved] I've never...forgotten why I was in the hospital before. [she was going to say never been in a hospital for anything besides being sick, but she can't remember. Crap on toast, this is weird] But you'd think someone would at least be able to tell me where my freaking car was, let alone my pants. Guess you haven't got any further with them on the intel?

[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.

[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]

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.]

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]

[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.]

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