pineslog | (april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD 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 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ It's weird, it's like this guy's trying to make himself appear smaller than he is, the way he hunches his shoulders and everything. Chase likes to think that if he were a freaking giant, he'd own that shit, stand as tall and broad as possible and make everyone get out of his way.

But whatever, he's not too concerned about that, not when the guy's talking about head injuries and memory problems. That is relevant to Chase's interests. So he smiles, not sure why it comes so easy to him to fake it. ]

Hey, don't worry about it. It's, uh... [ He rubs the back of his head, seeming a little sheepish. ] It's going around. I just got out of the hospital, myself.

[ He doesn't look surprised, exactly, but there's definitely a 'huh' moment in there from him, followed by a frown. Another person from the hospital? Curious, but there are other concerns. Like the man himself. ]

Are you doing all right? I didn't aggravate anything, did I?

[ That's genuine concern there. He really hadn't liked the hospital, had snuck out as soon as he could, and he'd only just now gotten back into 'his' clothing, not that he remembered much about the large military-style coat or the strange jack-o-lantern insignia on the arm. Had the other man-

Oh goodness, he really hoped they hadn't actually been in an accident together. It would be more than awkward and even a little terrible if he'd run into Chase after, well, possibly having run into him before.]

[ Geez, he's so nice. There's a moment where Chase that wonders how he can use it to his advantage or if it'd be fun to push the guy around for shits and giggles, mess with him a little... But he's not really sure where that odd impulse comes from, and he pushes it back down. ]

No, man, I'm fine. [ Another reassuring smile, and he even laughs a little, spreading his arms to show that he's uninjured and in one piece. ] Seriously fine!

[ Chase tilts his head, studying the other man. ]

How'd you hurt your head? Do you do, uh... war reenactments? [ You know, because of that odd, kind of old-fashioned uniform. Hey, at least Chase doesn't think Randel's responsible for his own trip to the hospital (yet). ]

[ Oh, there's only more sheepishness from that question, because he knows what the nurses told him but he really doesn't think that that's what happened. Really really. That does not sound right. ]

I'm... not really sure. The things I remember don't really explain what happened.

[ His shoulders start sinking back down again as he relaxes, now that he knows he didn't hurt the other man. But then he's looking down at his own clothing, trying to see what Chase saw to ask the question that he'd asked. ]

War reenactments?

You must've hit your head pretty bad. What do you remember?

[ He sounds concerned-- and maybe he really is, on some level, since empathy is a normal thing and all (right?)-- but there's something self-serving in his questioning. Being in a similar situation, he's hoping this might help shed some light on his own condition and the events leading up to it. ]

Yeah. Like... Not like the Civil War or the Revolutionary War, [ Hey, at least Chase still remembers American history! ] but I guess some... other... war. World War II reenactments?

[ As he says it, Chase wrinkles his nose, as if now aware of how silly that sounds. Like, okay. Obviously this guy isn't some weirdo who hit his head doing some kind of battlefield reenactment for tourists. ]

[ The answer to his question comes more from Randel's eyes than from his words; his gaze flickers down to a lantern at his hip before he swallows hard and presses his lips together in thought. ]

I remember a sister. And a woman who hugged me.

[ And made all the nightmares fade away. He hasn't had a nightmare yet, since he woke up, no visions of bloody arms reaching out for him to pull him down into the darkness, not yet, but he knows about them. And he has a sinking suspicion he knows what they're from. There's a reason he's not comfortable with the lantern. ]

And I don't like meat. That's about it.

[ The rest, he just shakes his head. ]

But I don't remember- I don't think I'd ever want to reenact war.

[ The very idea is disgusting, in his mind. He's actually a little repulsed by it and he's not sure why he feels so strongly about it. ]

(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

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