( 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]

[ She instantly frowns at that. Lick. Literally?? What? Anyway, she listens, unable to stop a tiny nod when he points out which part eludes him. Uncertainty flashes through her eyes, unclear if all he's saying holds true to what he feels or if he's just entertaining her. Certainly a guy she just met doesn't really care about who all she actually is.

He ends with that, and her lips press tight together, one firm nod. ] Thanks. If it helps, I don't know why I'm one, or what it means, or...anything really, at all. Mostly just that I can shift into a coyote. [ And that she doesn't always act very human at all, but maybe Damon just thinks she's an awkward teenager. ]

When you find out more about that -- [ she nods at him, a jerk of her chin, emphasizing his entire form ] who you are, maybe you can tell me. Over a sandwich. [ She's not one to linger when a conversation has run its course, and after dropping that info bomb and knowing Damon hasn't got much else to say in the way of answers? It's a heavy time to go, sure, but maybe that house is calling her back. Someone else could've 'gone home' there, too. ]

[unforgivably]

[ Well that's something to know. ]

When I do, you'll be the first to know. Maybe second. I do have that brother of mine. [ Implied: whether Stefan knows what he is. Spoiler alert: it was obvious in the lobby. Malia doesn't know this. ] Take care, Malia. { And despite outright lying, he finds he wants her to. She should. Nobody here who's woken up has the memory truly backing what they're doing here which leaves him unsettled. But, this benefits him more than her. She's now on the line. ]

[singly]

[ Maybe honesty paves the way for sharing information. Couldn't hurt to try (could it?), and the shifting detail sort of tumbles off her tongue, anyway. ]

No. Right. If we run into each other again, then. [ Vampires, and their secrets. Why don't you find a diary to go spill your heart into? She gives Damon the start of a smile that fades into neutrality smoothing into acceptance of being on the same page. Or, that's how she sees it. A nod. ] Thanks. You too. Damon. [She gives him another look then turns, heading back in the direction she came from, toward the house that she's been so generously gifted. What a day. ]