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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

[greyaria]

[She leans in a little to look at his scope, hands clasped behind her back like a child in a museum who's been told not to touch anything.]

I walked from the hospital!

[Yes, Emily's aware that's not what he's really asking about, but she thinks she's funny.]

...No, they just told me I was in an accident. But if that's the case and I was in an accident bad enough to hospitalize me, why is my armor completely undamaged?

[It doesn't seem to have occurred to her that she might not have been wearing the armor at the time.]

[overfivethousand]

[He's not the sort to get his back up over an answer like that, as long as it's not coming from someone like--like who? He struggles to complete the train of thought, gets only a brief flash of a sulking face colored an unhealthy shade of blue. Anyway, it's not a bad thing. Everyone copes somehow, he thinks, and it's not annoying.]

Maybe you weren't wearing it when the accident happened? But if that's right, then why do they have it, anyway?

[Asking all the important questions here. Unfortunately, the more questions he has, the fewer answers he can find.]

I don't know. I just wish I could remember how I got here. I'm sure there's something I'm supposed to be doing. There was a woman--do you, um, know anyone named Cassandra?

[greyaria]

That's not unfamiliar....

[Emily's dubious. "Cassandra" is a perfectly normal name, but that doesn't mean she knows anyone who has it. On the other hand, it seems like she's pretty lucky she knows her own name right now, so a lack of memory is hardly conclusive.]

...buuuuut it's not familiar, either. Sorry.

[overfivethousand]

[He looks disappointed, but that's to be expected. No one's known her so far--or at least, the couple Cassandras he's been pointed to by locals definitely don't match the impressions in his head. Shaking his head and adjusting the goggles perched there, he tries for a smile.]

It's okay. Guess I couldn't be that lucky. I'm Ten Thousand. 10K. Are you a soldier?

[She's gotta be, with that armor, right?]

[greyaria]

[If she reacts to the odd name, no hint of it makes it through the helmet.]

Dr. Emily Grey. I'm a military surgeon.

[Given her tone of voice, she's probably smiling right back. She offers a gauntleted hand to shake.]

[overfivethousand]

[He reaches out to shake her hand with a firm grip, the smile coming a little easier.]

Military surgeon sounds like a hard job. But it's good. Helping people. I...don't know what I do. Guess that'll come back eventually, like the nurse said.

[Hopefully.]

[greyaria]

Possibly you shoot people!

[Emily nods her head at his currently rifle-less rifle scope.

There's an amazing lack of judgment (not to mention tact) from someone who just identified herself as a doctor. She just sounds cheerful.]

[overfivethousand]

Not people. I don't--

[Don't kill people? Then what does he shoot? Is he a hunter? He vaguely remembers a deer through the scope, his father's hand on his shoulder. All just fuzzy, blurry, half-forgotten shapes. Glimpses of a past life. His smile falls a little.]

Well. I don't remember, really. Maybe you're right. But I think I might be too young to be in the army??