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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

_{[That's... not really what he was hoping to hear when he wanted to talk to more townspeople and maybe dig up some people who recognized him.]}

Both of you? _[Squint.] And that's why you were in the hospital? That's a freaky coincidence.

_{[Squint squint. Yeah, real freaky. Like, lighting striking the same place ten times in a row kind of freaky.]}

Did you get your memories back?

_{[The last question is one rooted in personal reasons, ones he tries not to advertise but which probably peek through anyway.]}

We're pretty big on freaky coincidences around here. Gives the place a real sense of community.

[ That and all the surveillance, which is the main contributing factor to why she goes quiet as their food is delivered to the table -- though she does spare a wink for the server, because lowkey harassing people is a hard habit to shake. Once they're gone she takes hold of the straw in her drink, idly stirring it with a clatter of ice. ]

They're trickling back. My accident was about a month ago, so I must've cracked my head good. I'm lucky to be going through it in such a nice, quiet place.

[ Just globs of sarcasm dripping off that one; the emphasis she puts on the word quiet probably isn't doing her any favors, if anyone's actually listening. ]

My best advice is take it slow, and stick close to the people you know.

_{[The rules not making sense to him doesn't stop them from being rules. Jack bites his lip as the server nears with their food--a two-pronged defense against blurting out something personal in earshot, and hiding his amusement as Aranea startles a good-humored, if confused, smile out of the shop employee.

Dang, look at her go.]}

You're a cool lady on top of being nice.

_{[One of many observations about Wayward Pines he's made of late. But her obvious unhappiness with the situation draws his attention away from the food (which, yeah, totally looks better than hospital food, kudos to you, Aranea), his brow furrowing.]}

You're both okay, though? _{[So that's good, isn't it? A solid start to getting back on the mend?]} Mm... I remember being with people, but I haven't seen any of them around yet. I know they just gotta be out there--I just don't remember who they are to look them up or anything. Sucks, huh? Was it the same for you before stuff started coming back?

_{[Little does Jack realize he's walking that fine line between life then and now. The children in the red capes don't feel like the past, they feel like the present, like if he just knocks on the right door he'll find them and everything out of order will slot into place.

That feeling of being home--it's there, somewhere.]}

I try.

[ Easy there, Jack. She's already go a pretty high opinion of herself. Her complete lack of selfconsciousness it pretty well illustrated by the gigantic bite of sandwich she takes while he's talking. At least she swallows before she answers. ]

We're fine. And the memory stuff -- well, you repeat this in front of him and I'll call you a liar to your face, but I didn't even remember I was married until the huz walked in the front door.

That why you're still kicking it at the hospital? Can't figure out where you're supposed to be?

_{[Self-conscious as he feels wheedling lunch from a stranger who doesn't know him from a hole in the head, his stomach gives a unanimous yes, please to having a whole sandwich all to himself. He's been eating so much since he woke up, it's like his body is trying to make up for something it lost.

Following Aranea's example, he takes a healthy bite out of his, considers a second, then comes to the conclusion she's definitely knows her foods, too.]}

You were right about these sandwiches.

_{[He puts the back of his hand to his mouth so he can laugh without spraying crumbs everywhere.]}

Secret's safe with me, it's the least I can do. _{[It helps that he doesn't know what her husband looks like, so less chance of his letting the amnesiac cat out of the bag.]} Sounds like me. I... didn't remember I was adopted until I almost passed the guy who took me in on the street. Like a flash and then the blindfold came off.

_{[The hospital's an anchor in rocky waters--home base until he knows where home really is.]}

I'm not officially discharged yet. I'm hoping they'll fix me up before then.

_{[A tall order because there is a lot wrong.]}

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