( 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]

No, I haven't. To tell the truth, I wouldn't know where to start.

[Maybe he should? It's true that the drawings in the book were pretty elaborate, but if he really was an artist, then how hard could it be, right?

He reaches into his pocket.]

I do have a pen.

[But just a pen. No pencil. That's... kind of weird.]

[oncekind]

I have paper here. [She holds up a nondescript book.] I can tear a page out if you'd like. It's not a sketchbook but it should suffice. [something she will do once he says yes]

[illustrious]

I'll take it. I suppose I won't know unless I try.

[And it was probably better than scribbling in a book that may end up not being his after all. He didn't really take issue with possibly destroying someone else's property, but it still wouldn't be worth the trouble when he already had so many other problems to deal with right now.]

[oncekind]

[She flips it open to a page near the back,ripping out a page to hold out to him]

Here.

[illustrious]

[He accepts the piece of paper and places it on the sketchbook, giving himself a solid surface to work against. The only question now, probably, was just what the heck he was supposed to draw...

He looks around for a moment. Maybe he could just try sketching something he sees, or a caricature or something. He puts the pen to paper, initially thinking that he'd have to take it slow and be careful, except... when he tries to draw, it actually comes to him quite easily. There's so little effort involved, it was like he didn't even have to think about it. In seconds, there's a neat, fully-inked drawing on the piece of paper. It's a cartoon-ish character based on someone who passed by the aisle just now.

Rohan blinks. Even though he was the one who drew it, he looks surprised.]

Did you see that? You did, didn't you?

[His hand moved so fast... That wasn't normal, right? He's pretty sure that isn't!]

[oncekind]

[Jiaying lets out a soft gasp, staring at the drawn art in wonder.]

I did. That was amazing. [She praises.] This goes beyond muscle memory. And the likeness is incredible.