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

[ she should just keep her mouth shut because if she keeps running it she’s going to get herself into trouble. she doesn’t know if ( and when ) she’s going to get the answers she’s looking for, but it’s safe to say that this isn’t the way to do it. ]

It’s alright. [ she laughs to mask the mounting uncertainty she feels about continuing to carry on this conversation. she’s not generally a suspicious person either, but this place has been rubbing her the wrong way from the get go. but… but maybe it’s just her fear of the unknown making her exceedingly paranoid. ] Enforce the official notices. It… It looks like there are a lot of rules to follow.

[ she starts moving away from the storefront. ] You said you were a teacher, right? Did you want to swing by the school?

Oh. Oh. Yes. [ A lot of unlawful rules, which they are preoccupied by enforcing.

--School? School, of course, the school. He would have an office there, wouldn't he. ] Yes! That's a good, a great idea.

[ Uh. ] Which way is the school?

It’s not too far from here. [ motioning down the street she starts along the side. she remembers following this same route to… get to work? no, that can’t be right. she frowns, torn between what she does and doesn’t remember. ] I think I might have worked there too… [ but she doesn’t sound sure. ] I guess we’ll both see if this can’t help.

Yeah?

[ He squints at her, trying to cudgel his mind into giving up some detail to cement her in his mind.

At least she's memorable in and of herself. Maybe that's all he can do, right now - build a small store of new memories to keep him sane and moving forward. ] Here's hoping-- Any idea what you did? Teacher?

Yeah. I… [ she shakes her head as though she’s going to stir up a few more memories… but she doesn’t and, instead, only makes her headache worse. she winces, taking a hold of her head and shutting her eyes for but a moment. ] No, I’m not a teacher, that much I know I…

[ she trails off as she stares down the school that’s slowly but surely coming into view. ] I think certain I worked in the administration office.

Ha! So you'll have access to records of things, maybe. That's useful.

[ He sees the building, wills it to be familiar. So far, nothing. ] Maybe a... map of classrooms, to start.

I should hope so. [ but if it’s behind another lock and key she might scream. ] I haven’t been able to remember the passcode for my tablet, but… it’s worth a shot. [ as they reaching the building and head inside she tries to remember, but it doesn’t look all that familiar. ]

[ still, she heads down the hall as if she knows where she’s going and lo and behold… administrations! ] I’m sure there’s a map in here somewhere, though… I don’t know which is my [ desk. ] this one! [ she recognizes her desk ornament. pulling out her chair she takes a seat, moving the mouse to turn on the computer. ] Let’s see if we can’t get some information. [ and, again, a passcode. ] Oh come on.

[ He covers his mouth, but it's too late-- the laugh has escaped. ] Well. We know you're very protective of your files.

[ lifting her head she narrows her eyes at him, but her glare eventually softens, because it’s not his fault she can’t remember her own password. she huffs, expelling her frustration as she gets back to her feet. ] Do we… [ it sounded like her. ] How about looking around for a map, … [ while she rummages around the desks of her colleagues. ]

[ It's fine. He gets the sense that he's used to women glaring at him like that, and his only response is the spark of a smile.

So he goes to casually peruse their surroundings, not messing with anyone's desks beyond picking things up and putting them back where he found them. Lord knows he's particular about his own space-- is he? he must be. ]

Ah! Here! ...It doesn't have names, just numbers.

[ when he finds the map she perks up, giving him a much deserved smile. ] …oh, [ damn. ] well, I guess it’s better than nothing. [ she replaces the items in the drawer she was looking through just as she’d found them and goes over to look. ] Look familiar at all?

[ He studies the map carefully, for all the world looking like he's about to have a breakthrough. ]

...

Nope.

[ pepper smiles when it looks like sam might have himself a revelation, but, nope!, nothing. she shakes her head and stifles a chuckle, since he’d said it with such conviction. ] Okay, well, do you remember what you might have taught?

(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

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