( 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

[illustrious]

[It wasn't like he thought there'd be anything wrong with the house. It's just that the whole situation was simply too weird. Rohan didn't think he lived here before, but what if he did? He couldn't remember, so he wasn't sure. What if there were people inside... What if he walked in with no memories and it was really awkward... Gross.

Good thing he's got Izumi here, though. It'll be easier to deflect all that nonsense if he's got company around. And if it did turn out there was something wrong with it, or that they were breaking into someone else's house or something... Well, you know. That's what the buddy system's for!!]

Might as well. [He says, casually, as if it hadn't been an invitation at all.] It's pointless to keep standing out here. You'll just freeze waiting for someone to come home, right?

[Worse, he's making it sound like this is for Izumi's benefit... smh.

Excuses made, Rohan heads toward the house.]

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[That's not how the buddy system works.

Rohan, however, makes an appealing statement. Izumi doesn't to wait for someone long enough that he'll freeze. His jacket had helped for the first few minutes, but now he's starting to feel cold.]

I hope it doesn't take them that long to get here.

[He doesn't have the time to contemplate or give an answer, because Rohan is already on the move, so he slips his hands into his pant pockets and follows.]

[illustrious]

[When will Izumi's parents finally come home...

It isn't a question Rohan gives much thought to, either, though, not so much because he's inconsiderate (although that's totally true), but rather, because there's really no reason to be concerned. Instead, he looks down at the key he was given, briefly, before trying it out on the door. It opens without trouble, and Rohan peeks his head inside to look around.

It doesn't just seem like no one's home—this place doesn't appear to be very lived in at all.]

It looks empty.

[It's somewhat of a relief, but it still leaves him with more questions than answers.]

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[As someone who barged into his given home, only to discover it devoid of life, Izumi almost finds Rohan's cautiousness funny. Once the door opens, he angles his head to catch a glimpse of the inside over Rohan's shoulder.]

Maybe you live alone.

[And maybe he just moved in, like Izumi apparently has, which is an uncanny coincidence that Izumi doesn't fully buy.]

[illustrious]

[That's the part that gets him. Living alone was fine—preferable, even—but it looked like he had just moved in, and then with this weird accident happening... What were the odds that he was the only person this had happened to? The accident certainly hadn't been an isolated incident, after all.

With seemingly no one around, however, Rohan simply lets himself in, and if Izumi follows, he'll close the door behind them.]

I must have moved in recently, too. [The place was neat, but seemed to lack many personal touches... Not to mention the furnishings strike him as tacky and cheap.] This isn't much help.

[Why did this place lack all personality... Did he not have personality or something—]

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[Of course Izumi follows. Rohan already decided that for him.]

Looks nice, though. [He chuckles.] Actually, it looks just like my place.

[With the exception of the overall floor plan (from what he can tell at the entrance), the overall vibe and design resemble those of his own house—that is, the place is too nice and impersonal. Never mind "moved in recently"; this is practically a brand new house.]

[illustrious]

[He frowns.]

It's not really my taste.

[If asked to elaborate on said tastes, he probably wouldn't be able to do it on account of all the memory issues, but it was just a feeling. Something in his gut said this house would better suit a peasant than him, the great... whoever he was.

...anyway.]

Are you suggesting that you and your family moved in recently as well?

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[With the lack of an absolute answer to that question, Izumi shrugs. Maybe they did. He doesn't know, because he hasn't talked to his family yet.]

It seems that way, although I can't say for sure. There's no food in the fridge, and the house doesn't look lived in.

[Even the lawn looks impeccable. That's something.]

I don't remember moving, but that's not saying much.

[illustrious]

[Huh... Well, maybe that wasn't that unusual. Maybe they'd just moved in and his parents were out shopping or something. But then again, what kind of parents didn't stay with their kid in the hospital??? Honestly.

Well, whatever. The kid's neglectful parents weren't his problem.]

Their absence is convenient. [Of course his family would be gone when they could be the most helpful... Was there anything about this that wasn't kind of shady?] When you see them, I want you to ask about your neighbor.

[He didn't care what, exactly. He just wanted to know if it was supposed to be him.]

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[Rohan really isn't shy about making demands, is he? Seeing as it's a fair question, Izumi can't judge.]

My neighbor as in you? Sure, I'll ask.

[There's no telling how long that'll take, though.]

Are you going to explore the house in the meantime? It might jog your memory.