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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.

Comments

[angelic_archer]

Arching an eyebrow at her reaction, he waited for her to step aside, fighting the urge to roll his eyes when she barely moved out of the way. Mundanes. The thought caused his expression to turn briefly to confusion. Magnus had used that word too, but Alec wasn't sure why or in what context other than it wasn't the standard definition found in the dictionary.

Another detail to file away for later along with the strangeness of ending up to talking to so many redheads lately.

Mentally shrugging it off, he was about to step up to the counter when the girl spoke. Noticing that she was pointing at the tattoo on his neck, he answered automatically, "Deflect." Realizing what he'd said, Alec moved so that other customers could order. He hadn't known that before and neither had Magnus.

Alec almost reached up to touch the symbol on his neck but shoved his hands into his pockets instead. Turning his attention to the redhead, he wasn't sure what he should say or why she'd asked the question. "Are you curious or one of those people who disapproves of tattoos?"

[babyhunter]

Clary looked up at him curiously, more so when he stepped to the side to stand next to her and continue speaking to her. She let her eyes fall back to the familiar looking tattoo. Something teased the back of her mind, plucking at hazy memories. Clary didn't understand it but it all felt very familiar. There was a faded mark on the inside of her arm, three rings linking together, she'd thought that it was a birthmark when she'd first woken up but now that she was looking closely at it she wasn't so sure.

She dropped her arm and looked up at him as if he was dangerous. He looked more like a knight from a story. Tall with dark hair and fair features but there was something in his eyes. The loss of her memories were becoming increasingly frustrating.

"Neither." Except she was curious. "I just noticed it."

Clary tried to sound passive but it was a struggle. "Hey. Do you think you can see someone that you know but not remember them at all?" The question wasn't technically breaking the rules. It was fine.

[angelic_archer]

The redhead had a similar mark as his. Actually, it looked like it might be the same as one of the faded scars he'd seen when he'd been changing out of the hospital gown. The scars along his torso had caught his attention more than the symbols on his skin. Those had somehow seemed normal compared to that set of scars. "I think I have one like that," he offered as she dropped her arm. "I'm not sure, but it seems familiar."

Which was strange since he hadn't seen anyone else in town with those particular symbols as tattoos or anywhere else. His matched the ones he remembered on his sister and friend and the pictures on his phone, but they hadn't seemed common.

Realizing that she was looking at him like he was a threat, Alec was surprised when he realized he was disappointed, almost hurt that she saw him that way. It made sense. She was smaller than him. He was dressed in a way most people would see as scary. It was a normal reaction but it wasn't one that she should have around him. Weird.

Shifting to give her more space, he shrugged at her question. "I think most of us are going to be feeling that way until we get our memories back."

[babyhunter]

Clary wasn't sure how likely it was for two people to have the same marks on their skin. It didn't feel like a common occurrence but having such a limited base to compare her knoweldge to made it difficult to tell. She wanted to trust her feelings but there was so much about this place that felt off, leaving Clary unsure what to believe.

Her arms wrapped around her torso as if that might keep the chill from crawling over her skin. She wished she had pockets, then maybe she'd have some money in there to buy a cup of coffee.

"Yeah. Probably." She agreed sounding a little disappointed that he didn't have more information. "I don't meant to hold you up from your coffee." She waved towards the counter, trying to find something to talk about that wasn't leading to weird feelings where she couldn't pinpoint their source.