( february 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

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.

Comments

[singly]

[ This is a situation where alarm is called for, a mother missing her child. Then again... ] Maybe she wasn't with you before you were brought here. Maybe she was with someone else. Safe. [ Helpful? Maybe not so much. She gives a firm nod. ] You'll find her.

[ Her eyes dart away before sweeping back over. ] Oh. That's...I dunno if that's what a sheriff would usually do, but...I'll go see if he does. [ Eventually. She pauses, stepping closer instead of parting ways just yet, head canting slightly. ] What's your name?

[oncekind]

Maybe. [she agrees.] I do remember my husband. It's possible they're waiting for me at-- [she stops. Home? Why doesn't she remember home? How hard did she hit her head?] --home. [she continues with a lot less conviction]

I don't remember my name, unfortunately. I wish there was something I could offer you. Do you remember yours?

[singly]

You can't remember what your home's like either. [ She's stepped in as close as she can for the space between them to still be comfortable, hands folding together loosely in front of her after she makes that assumption. ]

You -- oh. [ Oh jeez. ] There's, there was a nurse in my room -- she told me mine. I couldn't remember it, either. It's Malia. Tate. [ A beat. ] Have you not had anyone come in since you woke up? A doctor? Nurses? [ The hell's up with this hospital? ]

[oncekind]

[she nods, letting a look of frustration pass over her features.]

The nurse spoke at me, not to me. I know I have some belongings and clothes with the sheriff. I don't understand why they didn't store it here with me but perhaps I've forgotten how things work in this town as well. [though a small part of her doubts it]

[singly]

[ Malia's face twists in thought. ] Yeah, you'd think they would just be in our rooms. Unless some of us have stuff that isn't supposed to be in a hospital, I guess.

But, maybe everything here is just done different. [ Not that they have memories to measure that up against. Her tone shifts to one that's a bit brighter. Imploring and edging toward eager to try to help. ] How do you feel now? Really, I can...get a nurse, make them talk to you more, maybe. You at least deserve to know what your name is. [ Basic human right! ]

[oncekind]

[She furrows her eyebrows slightly] It can't possibly be that we all carried weapons. [she lets out a breath] But we'll find out soon enough. [she smiles at her eagerness and gently reminds] Thank you but that would defeat the purpose of you asking about the exit, wouldn't it? I'll be fine, really. I'll look for pediatrics then go to the sheriff's and figure it out from there.

[singly]

[ Malia's words certainly alluded to her meaning that any hospital would prefer weapons not be within its boundaries. Then again, her brow furrows given that she hadn't completely thought her statement all the way through. Who among them may have had weapons? She starts to give a smile, slow to form, at that small encouragement.

Then the matter of helping this seemingly kind enough woman. Oh. The reality of her statement makes Malia's head turn, looking out of the room. Fingers brush against the gown she wears, mindful of how chilly she actually is in it. ] If you're sure. [ She lets a pause pass between them, thinking she already knows the answer. ] I...I really hope you find your daughter there. Even if she's really little, I bet she misses you.

[ She glances down to the floor before giving another small smile. ] And if we both really live here, then I'll find out your name soon too.

[oncekind]

[Jiaying nods. There's a lot that's worrying in this town the longer they think about it. But, for now, they each have their own priorities, don't they? She nods when asked if she's sure then smiles warmly at the encouragement and reassurance.]

Thank you. I'm sure we'll see each other again. Be careful out there. [Though she looks a little sheepish after saying so. what's there to worry about, right?]

[singly]

[ Malia smiles back, softer than the one from the woman, uncertainty clear in it. There's no way to know how long it'll take for either of them to find the answers they need, and she's not partial to that. She gives a small nod, another smile. ] Thanks. You too. [ Sincerely having meant the offerings for help, she's still often brief with her words, so Malia turns to leave the room.

Off to find what all there may or may not be to fret over. Why would there be a care in the world though, with the way many of the staff members smile? ]