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

[In any normal circumstance, she'd be a lot calmer, but with what she remembers, it's hard for her to stay level-headed. So it helps to hear what sounds like perfectly reasonable conjecture from another person. She nods.]

You're right. But I'll keep looking, just in case. I wish the staff were more forthcoming with their answers but it seems we aren't the only accident victims in this ward.

[she straightens and offers him a smile] I hope you find your brother. And I hope we'll both get some answers from the sheriff.

We weren't? [ A glance over to the door, taking that in. They're not alone in this. It's him, this woman, and maybe his brother. And her husband-slash-daughter. ]

What did they say was at the sheriff's office?

[ He doesn't have recollection of waking up in a hospital, but it feels like dropping by the sheriff's department shouldn't be the top priority. Unless this is something that happens frequently. And they're used to it. Which in itself is even stranger. ]

We weren't. I've spoken to a few people in different rooms along the way. I'm certain they said the sheriff has my belongings and clothes.

I'm hoping the items will help jolt my memory.

Quite the coincidence. And are they missing family members as well, or, did we just get the short end of the stick? [ He frowns at that. ]

So, the sheriff personally took your personal effects. I think we have a pervy sheriff on our hands.

[ Because. What. He also assumes his stuff is in some sealed bag, possibly in that bathroom behind him. He'll check in a moment. Maybe. ]

I'd be hoping the sheriff wasn't pawing my unmentionables, but, sure, maybe it will ring a bell or two.

[she manages to look mildly horrified] You don't mean-- I assumed they had everyone's belongings. It's strange but maybe it's customary in this town. [she frowns slightly]

The people I spoke to didn't mention their family but I wouldn't be surprised if they're missing someone.

Customary. [ And yes, he do mean. He frowns. ] Customary or not, it's negligent to leave us all here with no actual belongings. What if we need to get in touch with a loved one we don't remember? Call them up using that number that we couldn't possibly know. Before we die of exposure from the free show we're giving each other. [ The show in the rear, you get. ]

Something else we all get to have in common.

[At the mention of a free show, she tries to subtly shift the way she was holding the back of her gown shut. This whole situation is really unbecoming for a lady.]

I'd like to believe a hospital wouldn't leave their patients out to dry without any explanation for no good reason. And that a sheriff wouldn't be so crude with our personal effects. [she sighs] But I guess there's no point for us to debate a problem we can't solve right this moment.

Nor a problem we're any less closer getting answers to. And, I hate to break it to you, but these so-called doctors and nurses are leaving us high and dry. Their next crisis awaits. [ His eyebrows go up, doing that eye thing he does. As for this interaction, he's gleaned probably everything he can from it. ]

Well. Thanks for the blinds. [ And shutting out the light. Now, the light in the hallway, however, will be another story. ]

[She knows when she's overstayed her welcome. She nods.]

You're welcome.

Take care.

[she moves to the door, shutting it behind her once she steps out.]

( february intro ) WELCOME TO THE PINES!

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