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( 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.

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Waking up.
[ When Corstine's eyes snap open, in this strange and alien place, she doesn't take the time to question where she is, or what happened, or any of the other pertinent questions. They don't even come to mind, at first.

No, the first thing to come to mind was 'oh shit, I was asleep.'

Followed shortly thereafter by 'oh SHIT. How long was I asleep?'

She bolted upright in the strange bed, straining the still-healing wounds on her body slightly, and began desperately searching for her belongings. Under the blankets, under her pillow, on the bedside table - but the item she was looking for was nowhere to be found.

So she started yelling. ]

Hey! H-HEY! WHERE'D YOU PUT MY SHIT?

[ She isn't even sure who she's trying to attract the attention of, honestly, but she's the sounds of other people out in the halls. ]

There should be a flute here, somewhere! Where'd you put my fucking flute?

[ Her eyes are wide, and she's out of bed now. She can't remember much - not how she got here, or what sort of place this is - but one of the few things she understands deeply in her soul is that she needs to get her hands back on that instrument, or else something terrible will happen to her. ]

Hey you! Y'seen a flute anywhere? S'bout yea long? I think someone here took my shit, and I need to find it quick.

Items Reclaimed

[ Once someone managed to explain to her that her items could be found at the sheriff's office, Corstine didn't waste any time running there. Barefoot, outside in the cold, wearing nothing but a hospital gown. The only pauses she took were to get her bearings a time or two, and even that was only for a moment.

The look of relied on her face when she gets it back from the sheriff, though, is palpable. She doesn't even waste time putting her clothes on before she snatches the silver flute from the deputy's hand and played a few bars.

She honestly isn't sure why she had been so close to an anxiety attack. She just knew, in the pit of her stomach, that she was so much safer now that she'd managed to get her hands on her instrument.

It's only after that, that she throws on the clothing provided by the sheriff. Bots, a cotton shirt and breeches, a vest made of fur, and a simple iron breastplate and helmet. A bit different than what everyone else had been wearing, but it was a hell of a lot warmer than that gown had been.

And besides, if she really had been in danger, a little bit of added protection couldn't hurt, right?

And so, not even an hour after that display of screaming and panicked running, Corstine can be found walking down main street, away from the sheriff's office. Fully clothed, and far more confident. The woman brings the shiny silver instrument back up to her lips and plays.]

[The Griffin did stay still for a bit as he tried to figure out if he'd actually been injured, but soon figured that whoever had been looking him over had no idea how to diagnose injuries. So now he's walking down the hall, still trying to get his bearings. He stares at the screaming woman.]

I have not, although I admit I have not been looking at whatever small objects might be left around here.

[Corstine raises her single eyebrow at the sight of the creature before her - almost flinching back at the sight of it, before realizing that, no, this thing isn't what she's so afraid of.

She's still not entirely sure what it is, specifically, that's causing her so much stress, but there's no doubt in her mind that something awful is going to happen if she doesn't get her hands on that flute soon. ]

What the hell have you been doing, then? We need to find it, and fuckin' soon.

I have been trying to figure out where I have been taken in the first place. [He tilts his head] Why is this flute so important to you?

What are you, a sphinx? What's with all the questions?

[Just going to completely avoid answering that, because she doesn't actually remember. She just knows that she's gotta get it back. ]

It's just important that I get it back, alright? And soon, before somethin' bad happens.

[He blinks a few times. Quite frankly, the incompetence shown by this hospital makes him inclined to believe her.]

I am not a sphinx, although I do enjoy the occasional riddle. Still, it seems likely that one of these workers could have misplaced it when you were brought here. [Look, just because he doesn't remember being brought here doesn't mean no one else does.] The problem will be finding one willing to talk.

[Attracted by the sound of beautiful music, Jiaying follows it to its source and stands a short distance away to watch with a small smile on her face. Her hands are clasped loosely before her and she she politely waits for Corstine to notice or finish. At which point she claps.

There is something about the woman that seems familiar though it's just a thought niggling in the back of her mind]

Edited 2017-02-02 13:26 (UTC)

[ Corstine notices the woman before she stops, but doesn't pay her any mind. She's hardly the first person in town to stop and look at the weirdo playing music in the middle of the sidewalk.

It's the clapping that really gets Corstine's attention. This little concert was for her own sake, to calm her nerves so she hadn't really expected the sound of applause to follow it. She's honestly not that sure hw she feels about this sort of attention.]

...did you want something?

[she smiles, lowering her hand] Oh. No. I heard your music and decided to stop and listen. You play beautifully.

[It sounds like a genuine compliment at least?]

Yeah, well.

[ She shifts her weight on her feet a little bit, not completely comfortable with the compliment.

She doesn't exactly have a lot of memories about how she learned to play or anything like that - just the gut feeling that something awful will happen to her if she doesn't play every few hours, and the memory of killing a man and snatching from his hands.

Nothing with any sort of fondness.]

I play a lot. Thanks, I guess.

[she nods, noting the discomfort and tones down her pleasantries]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I- [usually this is where she introduces herself but she doesn't even have a name yet. She furrows her eyebrows then shakes her head] Did you come from the hospital?

What? [ She doesn't recognize that word - her own world doesn't have things like hospitals yet - so it takes Corstine a moment to realize that this woman was talking about the big building full of beds and assholes.

Once she does, though, they're on the same page.] Oh, that place. Yeah, I guess they they found me pretty roughed up, and they brought me there. I had to come all the way out here to pick up my shit, though.

Seems like kinda a shitty way to do things, if you ask me.

I agree. And it's strange that there are so many accidents in such a small town.

[Considering how many 'patients' with memory problems she's come across today]

Do you still hurt anywhere? It seems a lot of us decided leaving the hospital was the best course of action.

A flute? Like... the instrument? [Forgive her, she doesn't have much experience with that sort of thing. She only barely remembers reading about one of those enough to know what one is. Though she's kind of bewildered as to why a flute matters right now; personally, she's more worried about finding her knife, and a better set of clothes.]

Uh, no. Nothing like that. You have it when you woke up? [Because otherwise, she knows where it might be.]

Yeah, like the instrument.

[ She gives Ellie a look of disbelief, as if she can't understand how that was even a question. Is there some other kind of flute that she doesn't know about?

The expression doesn't last long, though, and soon enough she's back to frantically searching.]

No it was gone when i woke up - along with my fucking clothes, what sort of fucked up weirdo takes the clothes off of a person, anyway?

[ She's got no shoes, no flute and an unfortunate draft coming from the back of her gown. Needless to say, Corstine is in a pretty sour mood. ]

[Hey chill ok, she's not sure she's ever heard a flute, never mind seen one.]

I don't know, but when I asked one of the nurses - [Ha ha, "asked"; more like Ellie yelled and the nurse calmly said the same thing over and over.] - she said, uh, we could get stuff back from the police station? Pft, I don't know. They took my knife too, it's bullshit.

They said the fuckin' coppers took our shit?

[ Well fuck. That's not something Corstine particularly wants to deal with. Unfortunately, she needs that flute back.]

You know what? Fine. No point in wasting time around here, then.

[ She turns to leave before she realizes that... She's not actually sure of where to go.]

D'you know the way outta here, kid? I gotta get my shit back.

Uhh, that way - [She points in the direction she's seen nurses and patients come and go from.] I'm pretty sure. [Not really, but.]

Aaand I want my knife back, so. [She'll lead the way. Hopefully the nurses and doctors are too busy to notice people leaving without permission.]

[ Nothing at all feels right about the town, but it's just vaguely familiar enough that it unsettles Noah. He doesn't understand why some of the parts of the town feel like places he recognizes, like places that he might have visited growing up, but at the same time feel like a completely new and unexplored place.

Oh well. Maybe walking around will do some good. Jog his memory. Clear his head. Something

He spends a while wandering the streets. Up one and then down another, peering into shop windows, asking questions to a few people that he passes by until the sound of music fills his ears. It's not the sort that cheerily playing inside some of the small shops -- the typical kind of stuff that could have been found on any channel that was titled 'Easy Listening'. -- this is entirely different, it makes Noah sway idly along with the smooth tune of it.

It sounds... live. Without that distinct recorded audio quality and he follows the sound all the way to its source, following a few steps behind Corstine, waiting until she had finished her song completely -- or at least for a pause in it long enough that Noah didn't feel he was interrupting it completely. -- before speaking up. ]

Did you make it up yourself?

Fuck if I know.

[She replies completely without thinking, but it's the truth.

Of the memories she's got, almost half of them have to do with the flute, but she'll be damned if she can remember anything about how she learned to play it.]

I just like playin' whatever comes to mind. Why?

I don't know.

[ He shrugs, both of his hands tucking away into his pockets. ]

I just thought it was a nice song. [ Noah kicks at a small rock in his path and it goes skipping a few short feet away. ] And I don't think I've ever heard it before, either.

[ That's not saying much. There's very little he feels like he remembers. ]

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