(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD 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 looking a bit tired and worn at the edges, like a blurred photograph. They take your vitals and ask your name and anything else you might remember with an air of exhausted distraction about them, and maybe even eye your bed with a look of vacant yearning for a moment before managing to rouse themselves again. 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... though it might be awhile. 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.

There was an outbreak last week after all, some of the more chatty staff might be persuaded to share. Oh, nothing to worry about now, it's all been taken care of, but there's always so many details to take care of after a scare like that and, look, you should probably come straight back to the hospital if you start feeling sick, okay? Just in case. But honestly, you have nothing to worry about.

Mingle, visit your fellow patients, worry a bit anyway, even poke around for a few basic answers. Or maybe, maybe just stroll right on out the front door.

heading outside

One step outside and it's perfectly clear that your hospital gown simply isn't going to cut it for long. A crisp winter wind whips at you through the thin cloth and all around your is the slowly melting evidence of an earlier snow storm, clumps of dirty snow along the edges of buildings and sidewalks, sad misshapen snowmen sliding into slush across a few front lawns. You're probably standing in a small puddle right now, just by a simple law of averages. Geez that water's cold.

Trees line the street at regular intervals, carefully manicured and lightly dusted in snow. 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, and asking the sheriff only gets you a harried look and a form to fill out if you have any concerns. 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."), and a general direction to start looking for the house that key belongs to, the sheriff pulled away to deal with some other pressing issue before he could give you more detailed instructions. You could check it out, see what kind of digs they're putting you up in. If you can even find it, that is.

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...

MOD NOTES

Welcome to the third newbie mingle log!

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.

PLEASE INCLUDE IN SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, location, and Open or Closed, to help keep things a bit more organized.

If you have any questions regarding this intro log, feel free to ask them on the FAQ or the relevant plurk.

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pepper potts ▪️ mcu ▪️ open!

[ceoinstilettos]

_1.at the hospital.

( pepper wakes with a start, heart thumping and ears ringing as she tries to make sense of what’s going on. her first thought isn’t a hospital, it’s something much worse, which is why in a few short seconds she’s panicking. she tries to keep a lid on just how uncomfortable she is, but when the room is suddenly bustling with bodies she feels her control on the situation start to slip. )

( a car accident, some head trauma, a few minor injuries, and a case of mild amnesia. in such a short amount of time it’s a lot to take in, but all pepper hears are excuses. nodding the nurses to death with a tight lipped smile and proclamations of i’m fine she finally manages to persuade them to leave. it helps that she’s the least of their concerns, because of some sort of outbreak… which is, well, it’s mildly disconcerting. still, the fact that they’re preoccupied gives her ample time to slip out of her room. )

( as she explores the hospital in search of the exit she comes to realize that she’s not there or with him. it’s not enough to placate her fears to the point where she can relax, but she’s no longer actively avoiding anybody. she should see about getting some more information, since her thoughts are a clouded mess. )

_2.around town.

( as soon as she learns that her possessions are at the sheriff’s station she decides to make that her first stop, because walking around town in nothing but a hospital gown isn’t an idea she relishes in. )

( it takes but a moment to collect her stuff, a sharp grey ensemble that she changes into almost immediately, her necklace ( thank god ), and a tablet that she can’t for the life of her remember the password to. she doesn’t spend too much time on it, however, and instead decides to try to find her house. )

( keyword: try. )

( she doesn’t recognize much, but she feels significantly better than she had earlier. ) Excuse me— ( with a smile she flags down the nearest person for directions. ) I’m a little lost… ( it’s not something she’s happy to admit ( since this is supposedly where she lives ) but she’s not too proud to ask for help. )

_3.wildcard.

( hit me up @ respawnin321. )

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[bulletfool]

( she stops him on his way to kill time. compared to this lady, izumi almost feels underdressed in his casual attire, but the smile is easy to match as he withdraws his hands from his pant pockets and adopts a respectful tone. )

Where do you need to go?

[ceoinstilettos]

( and here goes nothing. ) I'm actually looking for my house. ( she chuckles if only to dilute the embarrassment she feels for not remember something that's supposed to be important. that accident must have been worse than she thought. ) Silly, I know, but I was just discharged from the hospital ( not entirely true, but, in retrospect, she probably shouldn't have left prematurely. ) but things are still feeling a little hazy.

[bulletfool]

( that explains a lot; he was wondering why someone would ask for directions in an insular town like this. izumi's expression remains unchanged, and it's evident that he doesn't think less of the woman for her memory troubles. )

That's normal around these parts. Do you know your house number?

[ceoinstilettos]

[ that's normal around these parts. she bites her lip to keep her smile from wavering, since that struck a chord. normal. she wants to ask him to elaborate, but she refrains... at least for the moment. ]

5004, 3D. [ removing the key from the inside of the leather binder housing her tablet she confirms the number on the tag. ] I hope it's not too far. I probably shouldn't be out and about for long. [ not that she thinks she'll be able to get any r&r there, but she's hoping its familiarity will help kick-start her memory. ]

[ moving the tablet from one arm to the other she offers him a hand. ] Pepper Potts, and thank you. [ she's not sure what she's got back at the house, but if there's something maybe she can invite him in and probe him for a few answers... ]

2

[birdcostumes]

[After changing into his uniform in the bathroom of the sheriff's office, Sam emerges as he's strapping on his pack. The whole getup is pretty conspicuous, but the blue jumpsuit he'd been given to wear on The Raft had been unceremoniously dumped in the trash bin. Like hell he's going to wear that.

When the woman approaches, he looks up at her with a smile.]

Not sure how much help I'm gonna be, since I don't even remember living here. [He holds up his own key and the slip of paper with his address on it.] But hey, if we're gonna be lost, might as well do it together, right?

[ceoinstilettos]

[ pepper hesitates, not quite having expected to meet someone else that’s just as lost as she is. what are the odds? stifling a chuckle she shakes her head… ] It’s alright. I don’t remember much either. [ casting a glance over her shoulder she looks in the general direction of the hospital. ] I have a mild [ read: severe. ] case of amnesia no thanks to a car accident. [ something she’s come to realize is a lot more common than it should be in this, er, ‘picture perfect’ town. ]

Agreed, and maybe between the two of us we can figure out what's going on. [ two heads were better than one. removing her own key from the safety of her binder she relayed her address, 5004, 3D. ] Are we neighbors? [ because that would be pretty funny. ]

[birdcostumes]

[Well, Steve did say that a lot of people in this town experience amnesia. A lot of accidents happening, too. It's all fishy as hell, but Sam can't really say anything about the matter; especially out here on the street so close to the police department.] Dangerous roads around here, I guess. I was in a car accident, too. [It doesn't make sense, but it's one of the few things he remembers.]

I'm in 5031, with a couple of friends. One of them met me at the hospital and told me we're down the street that way. [He gestures vaguely.] You oughtta be around there too, somewhere. We'll find it.

I'm Sam, by the way. Sam Wilson.

[ceoinstilettos]

[ a lot of accidents that both the hospital and the police seemed content to brush off as nothing. it's raised a significant amount of red flags, but the official notices have kept her from voicing her concerns. she's not looking to stir the pot... at least until she's better equipped to do so. ]

Yeah, [ with a subtle nod to the station, ] it seems like safety is an issue here... maybe I should bring that up with the, oh, [ with a smile that doesn't quite reach her ears she gives a subtle nod to the station. ] nevermind. [ it's a low blow, sure, but calling her suspicious doesn't begin to cover it. ]

Sam. It's nice to finally get to put a name to a face. I think I've seen you jogging around here... [ she looks down the street. ] And I hope so. All I really want to do is get off the streets. I'm Pepper Potts, and it's a pleasure.

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[oncekind]

[She recognizes her almost immediately. Jiaying may have lived a secluded life but she keeps up with the world. It would be silly not to. And the CEO of Stark Industries is one such person many young women aspire to be, even for the ones in Afterlife. She offers her a warm friendly smile, smothering the burning hate in her chest. She has no quarrel with Pepper, really. It's just unfortunate she's human.]

Of course. Did you come from the hospital?

[It seems about the right time of the month for more accidents.]

[ceoinstilettos]

[ at the moment jiaying knows more about her than she knows about herself. stark industries isn't something she remembers, but the name doesn't surprise her, because, of course, tony would want his name in lights on the building. subtly wasn't exactly his strong suit. ]

I did. [ was it that obvious? pepper had tried to keep from looking how she felt... like a hot mess. ] I was just discharged and I'm having a bit of a hard time remembering [ anything. ] this place,

[oncekind]

[she lets out a friendly chuckle]

It's a lot more common than you'd think.

Please. I hope you don't find this strange but I may know of you.

[ceoinstilettos]

So I’m starting to realize. [ when jiaying mentions that she might know her she all but jumps at the opportunity to ask questions and get answers. ] No, not strange at all. [ it’s a relief, to be honest. ] What can you tell me?

2

[angelic_archer]

[For some reason the bright red hair and the suit are jarring. Wrong. But Alec's not sure why. Something vague about the suit should belong to someone with dark hair like his sister's and red tone should be for... Before he can focus on that strange sense of almost knowing, she speaks and Alec gives her what he hopes is a friendly smile since he's just as confused as she seems to be.]

I'm lost too, but I might be able to help.

[ceoinstilettos]

[ his hesitation might have, at some point, given her pause, but it seems like most people here aren't too sure of themselves. she accepts that for what it is ( for now ) and brushes it off, his smile returned. ] I've come to learn that lost is the new found here. [ not too fun. but she's not above poking fun to dissolve a bit of unease and tension. ]

Maybe we can help each other. I did want to stop home [ she looks at the nearest house for its number. it doesn't seem like she's too far from here. ] and look around town if I have the time. I'm Pepper, Pepper Potts. [ she offered him a hand as she studied his face. did she know him? should she? ]

[angelic_archer]

And we all have to be fashionable. [He isn't sure if she'll appreciate him going with the joke or not. Most people didn't seem to get his humor. The thought reminds him of the girl with dark hair and almost black eyes. Family, but he can't place her beyond knowing that she's his sister.]

We might be able to. I'm Alec Lightwood. [Should he add Bane since he hadn't legally changed his name yet? It's a complicated situation that he'll figure out later when he talks to his husband.] I memorized a map of the town. I should be able to help you. If you want. I know some people wouldn't want a stranger knowing where they live.

2 with a little bit of a twist. LMK if you'd rather I stick to the prompt.

[morethan084]

[Skye is beyond relieved to be out of the damn hospital and actually able to stand upright. Being able to eat was also an added bonus and something she had taken for granted before getting sick. Which was why she was out right now, trying to get some food for her house that she desperately needed.

Skye caught sight of someone she hadn't seen before speaking to someone from the town. When they pointed her in a direction before walking off, Skye walked over to her.]

Hey. You new here? I haven't seen you around here before.

it's cool ♥ i don't mind a little twist.

[ceoinstilettos]

[ giving her thanks to the stranger pepper started down the street in the supposed direction of her house when someone intercepted her. turning to meet skye she smiled, her response delayed as she tried to figure out how to answer that. new? maybe. she doesn't remember much, so all she's got to go on is what the staff at the hospital told her. ]

I don't think so. [ she has a hard time masking her uncertainty, so if she sounds unsure it's because she is. ] Though I was in the hospital for a while because of a car accident. [ which could explain her recent absence. ] I'm just trying to rewrap my head around things.

[morethan084]

[Skye's smile faltered a little when she mentioned getting in a car accident. The same thing that seemed to happen around here. That was always the excuse for not remember things. Although in her case it wasn't exactly an excuse. Considering the last thing she remembers before waking up here was falling out of a car.]

It can take a while, but, you'll remember. I'm Skye, by the way.

Do you still need help finding where you're going?

Hospital

[babyhunter]

[Clary is sitting in her hospital bed when Pepper begins walking down the hospitals halls. Her bright red hair falls in glossy waves over her shoulder while her pale freckled features stare at the pad of paper in her lap. It’s a small note pad, 4" x 8" in size. Her pen scratches at the paper as she attempts to form imagines in her mind. She draws an angel, a man riding down from the sky on a horse but nothing feels right. She crumples up the paper and tosses it to her side adding to the large pile of discarded drawings that spot the floor like dots of snow.

She sets to drawing again, trying to ignore the ambient sounds of the hospital or the soft echo of steps that sound from the hallway.

Clary draws a raven this time, its wings open and its eyes are piercing. Once again it’s unhelpful and she angrily crumbles up the paper. She feels her frustration rise and knot in her shoulders as she lifts the ball and throws it as hard as she can outside her door.

It’s at that perfect moment that Pepper passes, getting hit with the stray drawing. Clary winces and bites her lower lip as she leans forward in her bed. A sympathetic cord tugs within Clary’s chest when she realizes the person she hit is also wearing a hospital gown.]

I’m sorry. Are you okay?

[It’s just a piece of paper but they are in a hospital.]

[ceoinstilettos]

[ pepper is already formulating at least a dozen different excuses for having left her room should she be caught by a nurse or a doctor. she doesn't want to have to go back and the thought of doing so is knotting her stomach with mounting unease. a hospital shouldn't induce this sort of stress, but a couple of fog bound memories have her overly upset. ]

[ as she rounds the corner she finds it in her to sigh, because, thankfully, it's empty. starting towards the stairwell clearly marked at its end she isn't exactly expecting to be blindsided by a scrap of paper... but stranger things have happened. it startles her, to say the least, and she moves out of view as she holds her breath. ] ... [ but the alarms don't sound and she's not apprehended, but, instead, given and apology and asked if she's alright. ]

I'm fine. I can take a few hits. [ she cracks a small smile as she moves into the doorway, but not before stopping down to pick up the crumbled piece of paper. unfurling it she notices the mound that clary's made alongside her bed. ] Having an art block? [ she smiles at the raven, smoothing out its crinkled edges and setting it on the stand beside her bed. ]

[babyhunter]

[Clary sits back in her bed, glad to see that the woman isn't upset with her. Her eyes glance down at the raven. It is drawn well but it doesn't have the emotion that Clary tries to put into her pictures.]

You could say that. This place isn't really good for inspiration. [She waves at the pale hospital walls before pulling her knees to her chest. Long wavy red hair falls over her shoulders.] I was hoping that it might help me remember something. [It isn't working.]

Are you leaving?

You have so many already, but Imma add one more

[sirnyxalot]

[It was a little weird to say he's gotten used to walking down the street and remembering people, but that's hardly the weirdest thing he's encountered so far. So when he's walking along the strip and recalls standing attention in a suit he'd never be able to afford for a beautiful woman? It's enough to make him stop and look around.

Nyx spots her a block ahead of him, and as much as he knows that she doesn't fit in the kaleidoscope of memory from home, there's still a bubble of joy at recognizing her.

He's already accepted that Jack and the others are going to be people he's going to continue to care for. He'd be remiss to ignore any new connections this place gives him. For better or worse he keeps remembering them, after all.

Picking up his pace, Nyx jogs across the street to where she seems to have stopped someone else for a question.]

Ms Potts?

i can never have too many ♥

[ceoinstilettos]

Ok, thanks again. [ pepper smiles and waves the stranger off as she commits the directions to memory... all while telling herself that this is normal. she was in a traumatic accident and not being able to remember much of anything is normal. still, as she watches the stranger leave she can't help but to sigh, her fingers combing through her hair as she tries to still her irritation. you'll remember someones and somethings sooner or later. it's hard to just drop it, but, for the time being, she manages. ]

[ she's about to start heading in the direction of her house when she hears her name. she turns, confused, ...at least until she sees nyx. it takes but a moment for about a half dozen memories to surface, almost all of them depicting him at her side. ] Mr. Ulric? [ and before she even realizes it she's moving to meet him halfway. ] I can't believe it's really you! [ slowing to a stop she takes in the sight of him, more and more flashes of conversations and encounters helping to paint a vivid picture of not just who he was, but also how important he was to her. ] It's been too long. How have you been?

[sirnyxalot]

[He remembers more when he hears her voice. Dozens of iterations of 'Mr. Ulric'. Days of quiet conversation interspersed between gentle, if firm, orders. For a moment his heart aches for this Nyx's life. One where war was a distant past reserved only for rare nights when he couldn't sleep without dreams. Where he didn't have a cloud of failure chasing him, dogging his steps with reminders that his worth was only as good as his blade.

It was childish, but he wanted it all the same.

Nyx takes a deep breath to steady himself, shoving the wistful yearning as far down as he can. His lips form a "familiar" reply without thinking.]

Nyx, please.

[She might not remember for awhile that he doesn't belong in her life. He could (too easily) pretend it was real. Diving into that fond friendship without a single regret.]

It's good to see you again. You look well.