pineslog | ( february 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

Outside, the birds sing a joyful song, and though the air is awfully crisp to be wandering around in your hospital gown, the sky's as sunny as you've ever seen it. It's bright enough to make you squint for a moment before you feast your eyes on the quaint little town of Wayward Pines, though that might be in part because of the glare off the scattered patches of snow along the sides of the street.

Trees line the street at regular intervals, carefully manicured. 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 first newbie mingle log! We apologize for the minor 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 question seems to snap her out of it a little bit - although her left hand still lingers on her face, as if she's somehow got a chance of finding her missing eyebrow.]

Fuck if I know, I don't remember shit about this place.

[She doesn't even remember her own facial features, apparently.]

Why, are you forgettin' stuff too?

Try everything. We're not the only ones. But, I wouldn't be surprised if what you have going on scared everyone off from telling you their own sob stories.

[ yeah, he's just not here for this. he's learned some things today. ]

Short story's, a bunch of us woke up in the hospital. Everyone crashed in a car. Big coincidence. Most people don't even remember their names.

[ She's actually noticed people coming out if the hospital, roughed up and wearing a bunch of weird gowns. It's good to know, though, that those people are all amnesiacs like herself.]

...so something's up with this town, then, right? Or at least that building we all woke up in, because that shit ain't normal.

[ A pause. ]

Mine's Corstine, by the way.

[ look, he's as suspicious as you, but he's read signs so, he's playing this off until he gets back to his? house ]

Something tells me normal's overrated.

[ being a vampire and all. ]

Damon. And, before you ask, I did the smart thing and took advantage of the abandoned nurse's station,

[ See, Damon, that's the difference between you and her. Corstine doesn't give a shit about rules if she can help it. ]

I wasn't gonna ask, don't worry. D'you know which road leads out of town?

Lady, the one thing I know is that this place has decent sandwiches. And, where I live, my name, my brother's, but not which road takes you out of town. [ he's still not sure if he wants to get out of town. there's something very stranger going on, however. ] Also, I don't know if you're racking your brain, but I'm not sure a car accident shaves off someone's eyebrow. If you were wondering. Science.

No shit. It's just another fucking thing I can't remember.

[ At the very least, she'd assumed that a car crash couldn't do such a thing. She only barely understands what a car is, but it didn't seem likely. ]

Doesn't that bother you? All the gaps? Something's going on here, and I don't wanna stick around for it.

I'm not thrilled.

[ Yes, of course it bothers him. But he doesn't know you, and he is not a fan of your eye-eyebrow-hair situation. ]

Yeah, well... [ There's a pause where she tries to come up with a smartass retort, and ultimately fails.] Me neither.

[ With that, she isn't sure she has all that much more to say. She turns and starts to leave. ]

...I hope you figure out what you're gonna do about it.

It's day one. I took the keys to my modest home in the suburbs and moved in. I don't know how much you think you'll accomplish in less than 24 hours, but, please, be my guest and try and find out. But, maybe take time to use your remaining eye and read the signs around us. They might alter those plans of yours.

( february intro ) WELCOME TO THE PINES!

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