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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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Clary Fray/Fairchild || The Shadowhunter Chronicles || OTA

[babyhunter]

| waking up – hospital |

The sound of screeching tires and panicked shouts echoed like an aftershock in Clary’s mind. She didn’t remember what happened but she felt an unsettling tension knotted beneath her breastbone. It was dark and it was then that Clary realized that her eyes were closed.

Clary blinked rapidly as the world pulled into focus. She tried to remember what happened and where she was but her thoughts slipped away like find grains of sand. Clary looked over at the doctors around her, confusion painted clearly across her features. "Um... where am I?"

The woman standing next to Clary was older but kind. She hushed her softly and asked her name. "I’m Clary Fray or… Fairchild. I’m not sure which is correct." They both felt like they belonged to her but one felt more comfortable than the other. "Fray. Clary Fray." She corrected herself, feeling her confusion peek. After a moment of silence she tried a different question and hoped that it might yield an answer. "What happened to me?" The woman hushed her again and said that she'd be able to leave once the doctor had cleared her. With that the nurse rushed from the room leaving a very confused and dazed Clary lying on the hospital bed.

She sat there for a half hour, though it felt much longer than that, and tried her best to recall random memories: learning to ride a bike, her first kiss, the first movie she remembered seeing in theaters? Nothing filled the void inside her head. A name rose to mind but without context it was just a name. Clary looked at the table to her left and found a pen and a pad of paper that had been forgotten by the frantic nurse. She pushed herself up and pulled the paper into her lap. Her pen scratched over the page forming images that Clary felt like she had drawn before. None of them looked familiar and after another attempt, in which she drew a very odd looking cup, she crumbled up the paper and tossed it across the room where it rolled through the open door and out towards the hall.

It took another long moment for Clary to deliberate what to do next. She carefully detached herself from the medical equipment and rose from the bed. A rush of excitement filled her as she exited her room and set to explore the hospital. She could be found wandering through most of the building, peeking into any open door that might hold answers on the other side of its threshold.

| bee lining - street/police station |

By the time that Clary was free of the hospital she was hungry and frustrated. It was hard to pin point the exact reason why she was so unhappy when there were so many reasons to choose from: she was wearing a hospital gown, couldn’t remember very much about her situation, her stomach had been growling for the last hour and she couldn’t figure out why they didn’t have her clothes at the hospital or at least a jacket that they could lend her. No wonder people were getting sick around here.

Nothing about this was normal and by Clary’s standards, it was not okay. She bee lined from the hospital to the sheriff’s station after learning that her clothes were being safely held there. It was cold and uncomfortable but she had hope that her own clothes might fill her with a sense of normalcy.

Clary felt uncomfortable whenever she noticed someone staring at her. She tried to ignore it but her pace would inventibly quicken whenever she noticed a pair of eyes cast her way.

Arriving at the police station felt like a mercy, that was, before they handed her the clothes they had marked with her name.

"There must be some mistake. This isn’t mine…" Clary had stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of black shoes and a black dress that was designed for a night out, not walking through the cold winter air. It didn’t feel like something she’d normally wear however it succeeded in making her feel like a freckled lanky awkward excuse for a girl.

| wandering – street/shops |

After being assured that the dress was hers, Clary made her way back out to the busy streets. The cold wind pierced her exposed skin and tugged wildly at her hair. She cursed silently, her fingers tugging at the hem of the dress to make it cover a little bit more of her legs.

She felt ridiculous.

Clary wandered through the streets hoping to find a shop that might sell jeans or a baggy t-shirt or a sweater. Not that she had any money. She hoped that maybe she could give an IOU and come back later. This had to count as some sort of emergency.

She made her way in and out of a lot of shops; some helpful and some not. She paused when she saw the java house and turned towards it. Something about it called to her; it looked familiar.

Despite her current wardrobe problems she made her way inside, greeting the warmed air with a smile. It smelled like coffee and bread and bit by bit Clary felt her discomfort melt away. She couldn’t say why but she was happy all the same. Not having money on her was slowly becoming more of a problem but that didn’t stop her from staring wantingly at the menu, while possibly standing in someone’s way.

| home sweet home – street/home |

Clary had been given a house key labeled to house L12 and after heading in the wrong direction twice, she managed to make her way towards her home. Her footfalls lulled her into the deep recesses of her thoughts. The longer she thought about it living alone felt so… lonely but this was her home. It’s always been like this… hadn’t it?

She paused in the middle of the sidewalk, twisting her key so that it twirled and then landed in her palm. Something feels wrong.

"I can’t go home." Clary announced her thoughts allowed in an attempt to give them solidarity. "I can’t go home but…" Her head turned to look down the street making the uncomfortable knot in her chest tightened. For a second or two breathing became difficult but as the wind passed over her she shivered and turned back towards her destination.

"I can’t really stay out here either." She needed to stop talking to herself.

Clary figured that in the process of going to her home she might be able to figure out why she thought she couldn’t. As she stood outside of her small place she realized that it had been a silly idea. Answers didn’t come that easily.

She stood there for a long time just staring at the house, in a dress that was not at all made for winter.

| wildcard – anywhere |

[ooc: Feel free to run into her anywhere during the above prompts. If you want to do something that isn’t listed hit me up on mizuyoko for plotting or send me a PM with your post and I’ll tag you. ]

wandering + coffee shop

[birdcostumes]

When he followed the girl in the sleek black dress into the coffee shop, Sam didn't really think much of it. There were all sorts in this town, and maybe she was just heading to a club or a party or something. The longer she lingered, staring at the menu, the odder the situation seemed to him, though. No coat, no purse, and no pockets in that thing, he was pretty sure.

"Uh, hey. Are you gonna order?" His tone wasn't rude or impatient, just curious. But if things checked out and she was just indecisive, he was going to skip line. Just saying.

wandering + coffee shop

[babyhunter]

Clay turned when she heard the voice address her. "Oh, no. I don't have any money on me." Or pockets or warm clothing. It was an unfortunate situation but at least, for the moment, she was safely out of the cold.

Her fingers tucked a strand of bright red hair behind her ear before crossing her arms across her abdomen. It did nothing to change what she was wearing but she felt a little bit more comfortable.

"You're welcome to go around me. Sorry if i was in the way." There was no reason to be rude though she silently wished she had stood more to the side and out of everyone's way.

[birdcostumes]

He frowned. "You didn't just come from the hospital, did you?" Which would have explained the weather-inappropriate clothes and lack of money. Sam's own outfit (minus his wings and weapons) wasn't really any better as far as causing him to stand out, though at least it kept some of the weather off. He was also lucky enough to have been met at the hospital by Steve, who had filled him in on this place and given him some money to pick up some normal clothes.

[babyhunter]

Clary's eyebrows rose in a delicate arch as she looked up at him. "Is it that obvious?" She'd seen others coming out of the hospital and over heard more than a few conversations about those waking up without their memories. She didn't think it was normal but she didn't exactly have a base to compare anything too.

Her eyes glanced down at her legs, which were complete exposed and then back up at Sam. Her cheeks dusted a light shade of red which was accented and magnified thanks to the red of her hair and the pale complexion of her skin. This would be a perfect moment to disappear.

"This isn't what I usually wear, just for the record." At least, she didn't think so. She felt to awkward for this to be normal.

[birdcostumes]

"I'm not judging you." He chuckled and gestured at his uniform. "I usually don't run around in this outside of work, either, but anything's better than the hospital gown they sent us all away in, right?" Work being the Avengers, which was one part of his life that he actually remembered pretty clearly.

His gaze flicked back to the menu board by the cash register, and then back to the girl. "Hey, why don't you let me get you a cup of coffee?"

[babyhunter]

Clary wonder what he would have said if she had told him that this was her work outfit. It was a pretty silly declaration considering how out of place she felt and yet the thought lingered curiously in her mind. "Marginally." She agreed with a bit of a smirk tugging at her lips.

"I don't think I looked as pale in the hospital grown." Clary didn't think she looked good in anything though the black dress certainly tried it's best, showing off he fact that Clary was female.

Her green eyes lit up at his offer and her smile grew. "Would you really?" Nothing in would world would make her happier, besides a pair of pants.

[birdcostumes]

"Maybe it's the weather." She had to be freezing, because Sam was at least mostly covered and still wishing he had a coat. "Is that all they were holding for you, at the sheriff's office?"

He gestured toward the counter and grinned, her own smile seeming to be infectious. "Yeah, really. Whatever you want. I think we've all had a pretty rough day and need something that's not hospital food," he said with a laugh, before adding, "I'm Sam."

[babyhunter]

She had no idea why she was wearing something like this. It wasn't just inappropriate but it wasn't at all her style. She didn't really wear dresses or even skirts that showed off this much of her legs. Clary liked cute tops but she also liked wearing paints, if only to hide the pale hue of her legs.

"That's what they told me." She didn't believe them. "Well and this." She held up what looked like a small stone that glowed softly in her palm. Clary didn't know what witchlight was except that it was apparently hers.

"Straight black coffee." Clary didn't care for to much sugar or milk. She occasionally got those drinks that tasted nothing like coffee but she wanted something that felt more familiar. "Oh, right. I'm Clary. Nice to meet you Sam."

[birdcostumes]

"What the hell is that?" he asked, his eyebrows shooting up in alarm. No specific memory was coming to the surface to confirm his suspicions, but something told him that glowing magic rocks were probably bad news.

The appearance of the stone distracted him for a moment, but he turned and placed the order (her black coffee, and one with cream and sugar for himself); pulling out a few bills he'd borrowed from Steve to pay for their drinks. "Nice to meet you too, Clary, even if it's under some pretty sketchy circumstances."

wandering

[toten_sie]

When he sees the girl wandering around, looking as lost as he does, he starts to walk towards her. Of course, he almost walks into the course of a car, which gets him honked at and has him jumping back a little, eyes wide, as he catches his breath and then much more carefully goes to try and talk to her. She looks...

Cold. And something about that bothers him. He's not sure why, but it does.

"Miss?"

wandering

[babyhunter]

Clary had turned at the sound of the car horn. Her emerald green eyes wide as she watched someone walk in front of a car.

"Are you crazy? They could have hit you!" It was hard not to be worried about that. Walking in front of cars wasn't normal... was it? Clary was having a hard time with this. Her arms wrapped around her torso as she tried to keep in her heat.

"Are you okay?"

[toten_sie]

He ducks his head a little, pretty sheepish, glancing back at the street for a moment before turning his attention to Clary. Something about her is pinging something inside his head. It's not quite her, though. It's the pose. How cold she is. He bites his lip a little as he nods. Honestly, he's fine. The car stopped. It was just a bit of a scare.

"I'm fine. Sorry to scare you. I guess... I wasn't looking."

But he's still looking at her arms around herself, considering.

"You look cold."

[babyhunter]

"Yeah. I noticed." She exhaled a sign of relief as she looked up at him. Clary had no idea why she was so worried but she couldn't help it. He looked like the sort of person you had to watch to make sure that they didn't do something crazy... like walk in front of cars.

"It's cold out."

Clary pointed out before looking down at her dress. Oh she wished she was wearing something else.

"I don't usually wear things like this." She sounded a little dismayed.

[toten_sie]

He frowns a little, a little confused at the comment on her usual dress, before carefully putting down his pack. The coat comes next, carefully draped over a parking meter for the moment, folded in half so as not to brush the ground. That leaves him in a massive sweater that he pulls off next, leaving a linen shirt. But the sweater? He offers that to her. Honestly, on Clary, it'll probably be a knee-length skirt.

[babyhunter]

Clary watched him stripping with a look of confusion. She had no idea what he was doing until he handed her his sweater. It was huge and baggy and perfect. She took it with a smile pulling it over her head. It fell to her knees and then six inches past her finger tips.

This was the best thing to happen to her all day.

"Thank you." It was already warm and she couldn't help her smile. "Oh, I'm Clary Fray."

[toten_sie]

"Randel." And since she offered it, he adds- "Oland. Randel Oland."

Then he's carefully putting the coat back on; honestly, he might have given that to her if it wouldn't have swept the floor. And if he hadn't felt such a strange attachment to the patch on the arm, the jack-o-lantern and the shears. But the sweater, that he doesn't mind giving up. Especially for someone cold.

He offers her a warm little smile.

"Better?"

[babyhunter]

"Yes."

She's just happy to be warm and in something that hides the fact that she's a stick with arms. Clary smiled up at Randel. "Where were you headed?" It looked like he had somewhere specific in mind which was very different from her.

Clary wasn't sure where she was going.

"Oh, I can wash this and give this back later." She didn't want to keep his sweater forever.

[toten_sie]

Randel didn't either, honestly. He's been wandering around, hoping to see someone or something that made him feel familiar, like he actually is home like they kept telling him. So far, nothing. The only place he'd been heading was, eventually, his 'house'. Though he didn't look forward to actually going there.

"No rush. I've got my coat. And I don't feel the cold much anyway."

Wandering/Coffee

[angelic_archer]

The coffee shop had seemed like the best place to start reacquainting himself with the town. Alec doubted that he'd been in town for more than a few hours before he'd bought a cup. At least he assumed he had. The craving for caffeine made it seem logical and he would have stopped there while Magnus and he had... What?

Shaking his head in frustration at not being able to remember anything except a fragments about his family and a few moments with his husband, he headed into the shop to get some coffee. Staring at the menu, he tried to get some hint of what he normally ordered. Black coffee. Lots of sugar. That seemed right. The redhead in front of him wasn't a problem while he was deciding since he was several inches taller than her. At least she wasn't until he started to step toward the counter and she was in the way.

Briefly, he scowled at her back when he realized she wasn't going to move. Then he reminded himself that he shouldn't be rude or impatient. "Excuse me."

Wandering/Coffee

[babyhunter]

Clary was zoning out in the direction of the menu when she heard two words spoken behind her. She could sense some tension in the boys tone but it might have just been her imagination. She turned towards him, bright green eyes blinking as her chin tilted and her gaze met his. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind but like many of her thoughts today, it slipped away with the slightest breeze.

His voice sounded familiar too but she couldn’t pinpoint where she’d heard it before. Maybe she was imagining it?

"Yes?" Clary asked before she realized that she was standing in his way. She took a small step to the side, pushing a few lose strands of red behind her ear. "Oh. Sorry." The apology was mumbled sounding a little uncertain.

As she moved her eyes wandered over Alec. She was positive that she didn’t know him but that familiar feeling continued to nag at the back of her mind. It was the coffee shop. She’d come here after school to sketch, that had to be what that familiar feeling was. Her lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed. "What’s that?" She pointed to a mark tattooed across his skin.

[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.