pineslog | (april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

(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.

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[ that's more formal than he was prepared for, but he takes the hand and gives it a shake. the name is foreign, too, though he can say that for most of the people he's met thus far. ]

I'm Izumi.

Let's see . . . [ he casts his gaze to the nearby houses. the number he was given is a little lower than his own, so he's never been; however, it's easy to estimate where they should go. he pivots his foot in that rough direction. ] It should be this way. 5004 isn't that far from here.

( and she hadn’t meant to put him on the spot but at least he had taken it in stride. ) It’s nice to meet you. ( pepper smiles, but the more she thinks about the situation the more awkward she feels about it. she hopes she didn’t know izumi prior to the accident, because she’d feel just awful about not remembering such a sweet kid, …though if she had known him, then he’s certainly not dropping any hints. )

Great. ( following alongside him she looks up and down the block, hoping she’ll recognize something… anything… ) Is there anything else you can tell me about this place? It seems nice… quaint…

That's one way of putting it.

( izumi's smile adds to his answer. there's only so much he can share in broad view where anyone can be listening, so he keeps his response vague. )

Everyone's nice, but it's pretty strict around here. Have you seen the notices around town?

[ as much as she wants to relax she finds she can't. it's got nothing to do with izumi and everything to do with the pines. she takes his cue and nods her head, filing that tidbit of information away for later. of course it wasn't perfect. perfection was but a dream. ]

It's hard not to notice them. [ she forces a laugh for no reason other than to make their conversation seem more lighthearted. ] If it works... [ her smile drops as she looks to him for another subtle hint. ]

I heard a lot of accidents happened recently. Do you know anything about them?

[ now that's a topic he can be honest about, seeing as he hasn't got much of an answer for pepper. he shrugs. it's a little frustrating to always draw a blank when he thinks about the accident. ]

There's not much to talk about. Nobody seems to have a clear idea of what went on. I was in one last month and I'm still not sure what happened, exactly. All I know is that it messed with everyone's heads.

[ and probably more deliberately than as the byproduct of the so-called accident. ]

Maybe the notices should include a rule on driving more carefully.

[ and, like him, she doesn’t remember much about the accident… just that it was a serious collision. ] It seems a little strange [ an understatement, she realizes. ] that accidents like this occur with regularity, especially [ she stifles a laugh, because he’s hit the nail on the head. ] with all of these official notices. I guess safety isn’t a priority…

[ pepper’s eyes trail to the nearest notice. ] Maybe I’ll bring it up to city hall. [ see if she can’t get a little more information surrounding these ‘ mysterious ‘ accidents. ]

[ izumi chortles. safety is definitely not a priority, although he has to wonder about the efficacy of bringing it up to city hall. ]

You could. I don't think anyone's done that yet.

[ probably, he thinks, because of the preconceived bias against the town's higher ups. that reminds him of another fact as he starts. ]

Oh, if your accident was anything like ours, there's no need to worry. We're all fine now!

[ that is, she can lay to rest any concerns she might have had about troubling side effects, memory loss aside. ]

I wonder why… [ except not really she could think of a few reasons why it hasn’t been brought up to the city officials yet. ]

What kind of accident were you in? and I guess that’s somewhat comforting. [ at least the doctors could perform up to snuff ~~and beyond~~. ] Fine… [ she doesn’t seem so sure that fine’s the right word, but she doesn’t feel like arguing. ]

I’m glad you’re all doing well though, and I’m sure that, in due time, I’ll start feeling better myself. How long did it take you to start remembering…?

Right away, more or less. There's a lot of holes still, but I was remembering things from day one. As for the accident I was in . . . [ he looks up in thought, searching for the ever elusive memory, ] even now, I'm not sure.

[ and as they've been walking for a fair distance now, izumi snaps back to attention. he points in the general direction of the houses coming into view. ]

It should be one of these.

[ at least she should start to remember bits and pieces of herself soon. forcing it was never going to work, because she didn’t even know what she was searching for. ] I’ll give it some more time. [ but the accident was still surrounded in mystery. she tried not to let the lack of details bother her, since it seemed like she’d never get a chance to unravel it. ]

Let’s see… [ 5004, 3D. skimming the numbers on the front of the next couple of houses she picked up her pace until she stood at the end of the driveway attached to her own. ] This is it. [ as eager as she had been to get home she felt her enthusiasm taper the more she stared down the ordinary home. ] I mean I think it is. [ she looked at the tag for confirmation and, sure enough, this was her house. ]

[ one awkward moment of silence later, ] Would you like to come inside for coffee, tea, … I’m not sure what I’ve got in the house, but it’s the least I could do to thank you for helping me.

[ it's a little sad to watch, but he can't fault her for not recognizing her own house.

it would also be rude to turn down a gracious offer, so izumi dips his head as his way of giving a faint bow. even if it's water, he'll take it. maybe this way, he can take the time to explain the situation a little better, like how steve had done for him. ]

If you're offering, I wouldn't mind something to drink!

[ putting on a smile she reminds herself that it's going to be alright. besides, it's what's on the inside that matters... the decor and personal effects will surely prompt some sort of revelation. maybe. ] Fantastic. [ or at least she hopes it's going to be. she's got no idea what she has and doesn't have, but she silently prays there's something to give him that's more than just a glass of tap. ]

[ heading up the driveway to the front door she unlocks it and steps inside. she remembers... something, another house, overlooking the water, and this isn't it. maybe she has a pool or a pond. brushing the counterproductive thoughts aside she closes the door behind izumi. ] Let's see what we've got... [ and into the kitchen she goes. ]

[ there's not much to be found, but thankfully it's not completely empty. tony. he must have done the ' shopping ' while she was in the hospital. ] Do you drink coffee?

[ compared to the last newcomer's house he's been in, this one is well-furnished and obviously lived in. what's more, there's coffee if she's offering! izumi snaps to attention, his wandering gaze settling on pepper. ]

If I didn't before, I can start now.

[ he knows he likes juice. on the other hand, he draws a blank when he thinks about any strong feelings regarding coffee. ]

This is a nice place. Do you live alone?

[ pepper pokes her head out of the kitchen with a laugh, ] Milk and sugar okay? [ she doubts he’d like it black, especially if he’s not used to its bitter bite. ] No, [ she finishes making them coffee and brings out a pair of mugs, offering one to him. ] I live here with my boyfriend, Tony. It doesn’t look like he’s home though. [ but, then again, he could be holed up in the spare bedroom… their office / workshop. ]

[ he nods when pepper asks. black coffee just sounds like he's asking for a bad time if he were to refuse. he takes the mug with both hands, graciously accepting his host's hospitality. ]

Do you think he's working?

[ taking a seat alongside him she smiles into her mug. ] I do. He’s probably out in the garage or… in the shed… but he’s almost always working on something. [ it’s hard not to be proud of him. ] But I doubt we’re going to see him, since he doesn’t like to be bothered when he’s in the, uh, zone. [ she rolls her eyes at that, because his words not hers. ]

[ those are definitely the man's words and not hers. izumi's taking a sip of his drink when he hears them, and once the mug is drawn away from his lips he smiles. ]

One of those types, huh. Must be nice, though—when I go home, there's nobody around. [ he shrugs, utterly neutral to this fact. ] What sort of stuff does he work on?

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