pineslog | ( march intro ) WELCOME TO THE PINES!

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

Must be.

[He shares a similar huff of laughter as they make their way up the street. He can sort of recall a similar set of complains. Times when one of them or another was sick and stuck bundled on the couch with hot cocoa and morning cartoons.]

Aren't I the one who should be taking care of you?

_{[Moving slowly back up the front walk and through the hospital's sliding doors works just as well for Jack. His walk had left him tired, and even now he can feel a light sheen of sweat building under his arms and at the small of his back. A thought rises up unbidden: pathetic, you're out of shape.

They're both still standing--that's enough of a win for the time being, isn't it? He'd said as much already, but they're lucky to be alive after the serious accident that had put the both of them in this state. He just wishes he could remember it. He tips his head back to view Nyx's face from his position.]}

I think right now the nurses would say they're the ones who should be looking after us. Let's sit you back down in your room, big guy, and then... I guess we can get to know each other again? And ourselves. We've got a lot of stuff to figure out...

_{[Kind of makes an egg in a box seem like small fry, considering.]}

[Nyx laughs. It hurts but something lightens in his heart, like it's been awhile since he's done it.

His kid's a pretty smart guy.]

I think that's the best idea we've had all day.

_{[Laughter really is the best medicine. Even like this, missing the fundamental drive that fuelled him through a war so vicious it had permanently reshaped Orience's continents, Jack responds to the laughter by smiling, pleased to hear it.

This feeling... It's odd to feel like you can trust someone you can't remember clearly, but it's there, a warm twinge in his chest like his subconscious knows what to do without it needing to be told. After the confusing start to the morning, he wants to curl his hands around that tiny ember and breathe life into it.]}

Sneaking out turned out not to be half bad idea. We found our stuff, and each other.

_{[... Or maybe more like Nyx's haircut found him.]}

I bet you anything this is the kind of question only a couple of amnesiacs would have to ask each other, but, uh... so do you remember your name?

_{[What is he supposed to call this guy? Maybe one or both of them have IDs, or some other form of identification that'll trigger something stronger than the vague impressions the hug had. Something to look forward to when they sit down and start looking through all this stuff.

Glancing each way down the hallway, he shoots a questioning look Nyx's way.]}

Let's go to your room. Which way is it?

[Nyx's haircut is particularly powerful, it's true. Able to forge connections across universes.

Nyx purses his lips, glancing down either hallway, debating the answer to both of those questions and finally all he can do is shake his head, another exasperated laugh slipping through.]

I'm going to go by your tone that you don't remember yours either. I was hoping I'd have...a nametag. Or something. [He gestures with the bag.] With what I'm batting right now I'm surprised we even made it back to the hospital.

[Luckily, a nurse spots them pretty quickly, recognizing them as a couple of escapees. Nyx tells her they're brothers so they don't get separated as she bustles them down one of the hallways back to the room. Scolding them for getting out of bed.]

Got you beat there! The nurses told me when I first woke up. And I have one of those...

_{[What he means by "one of those" turns out to be his own name tag of sorts, which he pulls out of the box by the chain. At the end of it is an odd-looking chain embossed with the image of a phoenix and symbols in one of Orience's languages. Jack hasn't realized he's the only one who can read them--to him, his name is as clear as the "stop" in a stop sign.

It dawns on him he's practically showing off he has a piece of personal information that someone else doesn't. It's scary enough to have next to nothing, let alone your name. Smiling apologetically, he drops the Knowing Tag back into the box.]}

Sorry, I shouldn't be bragging about that. If I have one, maybe you do, too.

_{[Jack counts his blessings the nurse that bustles them out of the entryway and down a hall isn't one he's had before and that she doesn't know his name. She's plenty generous with her matronly disappointment without adding in I'm very disappointed in you, Jack.

A few apologies and proof no one is in danger of immediately dying later, she's finally gone and he can let out a breath.]}

Phew, thought she'd never leave.

( march intro ) WELCOME TO THE PINES!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject