(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.

Comments

[metades]

( just as her coughing had startled pepper, so does her hand on adora's back elicit a small jump, shoulders tensing visibly at the immediate thought that a nurse might be on to her. )

No, no I'm fine- I-- ( she fumbles in search of a cloth or something-- her (clean) hand lands on some sterile gauze (not-so-sterile now) and she shoves some into the stained one and to the corner of her mouth. )

I was just looking for the- ( she finally looks at pepper properly and, realising she's not a nurse, deflates somewhat. so much for all that crippling fear. ) Oh. I'm sorry, I- I thought you were a nurse.

... Please don't tell them where I am. I'm fine, I promise. It's just... I don't like this hospital.

[ceoinstilettos]

[ as soon as adora jumps and pepper feels her stiffen she withdraws her hand. ] I hadn't meant to startle you. [ though her smile remains in tact she takes a pointed step back to give her some space. clearly she hadn't been expecting company. ]

[ however, as she watches her unceremoniously stuff gauze into her mouth her smile falters. she tries to keep from moving closer, because she doesn't want to put the poor girl on edge, but she's not so sure that's going to make things better. ] It's an easy mistake to make. [ she tries to reassure her. ] I can see how, in the right light, this gown could resemble scrubs. [ same bland color. ]

... [ pepper feels her chest tighten as adora all but begs her to not go running to the nearest doctor. ] I'm not going to tell. [ she looks up and down the hall to make sure the coast is still clear. ] I don't like this hospital much either, [ it's given her a bad vibe ever since she regained consciousness. ] but do you really think you're alright to leave? [ pepper's one to talk, but adora looks more than a little hurt. ]

[metades]

( there's at least some comfort in seeing how pepper tries to help her by actually listening instead of trying to get her back in her room. the staff is nice, yes - but they seem to have some selective hearing regarding certain questions and concerns.

but this young woman - she listens. and there's something truly comforting about that.

a deep breath, then another; the tight feeling in adora's chest seems to slowly relax and she pulls the gauze away, papping her lips a couple of times just to check if the bleeding has stopped. there's two trash bins in the cart and she opts for the infectious one - it's blood, it's a hospital, and she distinctly recalls it being mentioned in class some time ago.

(class? biology? her mind is fuzzy - she's no longer in school, but it's slowly creeping back on her that she works there). )

I'm sorry. ( she offers a weak smile, straightening up somewhat despite the pain on her back. there's a short pause wherein she reaches for some more gauze - just as a safety measure - and scrubs the corners of her lips in case they're stained. ) Thank you- for not calling them. I don't want to be here anymore.

( it's not as much a matter of choice as it is of necessity, but she feels better. if she has to go back into that room, she'll definitely panic. ) I'm ok - really, this cough is... I'm used to it. I've had it since before the accident.

Why are you here? ( in the hospital. and why is she roaming around? )

[ceoinstilettos]

[ and because her room is the last place she wants to be the last thing she’s going to so is force someone back into their own. there’s just something about this place that doesn’t sit well with her. between the lack of details surrounding her accident and the staff more or less ignoring her concerns… she just wants, no, needs to leave. ]

Please don’t apologize. It’s alright. I… I’m just wondering if you’re going to be alright. Did something happen, wait, don’t tell me, you were in an accident too. [ at this point she wouldn’t be surprised. ] … [ when it’s confirmed she shakes her head, because there’s something going on here. still, conspiracy aside, she can’t help but be worried about her cough, but because she doesn’t need to mother hen a stranger she keeps her concerns to herself. ]

I was in an accident too, a car accident. [ and that’s about all she remembers about it. ] But me neither. It’s one of the reasons I was snooping around. I was hoping I could find some answers on the way out… [ but she hasn’t been all that successful. ]

I wouldn’t mind some company. [ she offers her a smile as she motions, with her head, down the hall. ] since we’ve both got the same objective.