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

[Well, Steve did say that a lot of people in this town experience amnesia. A lot of accidents happening, too. It's all fishy as hell, but Sam can't really say anything about the matter; especially out here on the street so close to the police department.] Dangerous roads around here, I guess. I was in a car accident, too. [It doesn't make sense, but it's one of the few things he remembers.]

I'm in 5031, with a couple of friends. One of them met me at the hospital and told me we're down the street that way. [He gestures vaguely.] You oughtta be around there too, somewhere. We'll find it.

I'm Sam, by the way. Sam Wilson.

[ a lot of accidents that both the hospital and the police seemed content to brush off as nothing. it's raised a significant amount of red flags, but the official notices have kept her from voicing her concerns. she's not looking to stir the pot... at least until she's better equipped to do so. ]

Yeah, [ with a subtle nod to the station, ] it seems like safety is an issue here... maybe I should bring that up with the, oh, [ with a smile that doesn't quite reach her ears she gives a subtle nod to the station. ] nevermind. [ it's a low blow, sure, but calling her suspicious doesn't begin to cover it. ]

Sam. It's nice to finally get to put a name to a face. I think I've seen you jogging around here... [ she looks down the street. ] And I hope so. All I really want to do is get off the streets. I'm Pepper Potts, and it's a pleasure.

[He snorts, not quite a laugh as his eyes follow her nod.] To serve and protect. [His voice is a low murmur, and he taps his ear, trying to make the gesture look inconspicuous by then scratching it. Steve told him there are cameras everywhere; but whether or not Pepper knows, and if they're currently within hearing range of anything, Sam has no idea.]

You know what? Now that you mention it, I'm pretty sure I've seen you around, too. And I know I've heard your name before. Not sure where. [He nods his head down the street.] Shall we?

[ and this is definitely not the place to hold this kind of conversation. ] But they're doing their best, I'm sure. [ it's not her best attempt to save face, but it'll have to do. she hasn't realized there are cameras all over town, but she's got a bit of a hunch. how else are they supposed to ensure their rules and regulations are followed to a t... but otherwise she's clueless. ]

[ she's got to laugh at that, because she figures he's heard of her through her job, but the problem with that is that she doesn't quite remember what she does right now. ] Hm, [ she starts down the street, glad to finally be able to put some distance between them and the station. for a moment there she thought the sheriff was going to come out and question them on the spot about their ( mostly her ) comments. ] Do you know Tony?

Some days that's all they can do. [Not that Sam has a whole lot of love for the police on a normal day. But the things he's heard here, combined with that creepy-ass notice hanging in every window, doesn't exactly paint a pretty picture.

Sam isn't really afraid of what his arrant comments might do, at this point. He has amnesia after all, no lie. He can always blame it on the supposed head injury. That's what they'd told him in the hospital, when he'd asked about the Raft, and how he'd escaped from superhero jail. It's just part of your head injury, don't worry about it.]

Tony? --Stark? [Because he's really the only relevant Tony, here. And he was kind of responsible for Sam being stuck on the Raft, in the first place.] I know him, yeah. Do you?

[ pepper is a little jaded too, for reasons she doesn’t quite remember right now. tony comes to mind almost immediately, since he’s never been one to, uhm, care about rules and regulations. still, there’s something about blaming him that doesn’t feel right. though she recalls being on the phone with this one and that one, arguing about god knows what. she expels a sigh, shaking her head, because she’s getting nowhere. amnesia, not even once. ]

Yes. [ so head injuries and trauma aside they might be friends… or enemies… it was a 50/50 chance when tony was involved. ] I do, but sometimes I wish I didn’t. [ she chuckles, because she’s only half kidding. ] I’m his girlfriend.

Seriously? [His eyebrows jump up in surprise, and he turns to consider her again.] I oughta know you, then, probably. I'm an Avenger.

[He doesn't remember the specifics of whatever the team had been fighting about, before. It's pretty likely that it doesn't matter at all in this town, since there are other things to worry about.] Do you know Steve? Captain America? He met me at the hospital this morning.

[ his reaction isn’t all that surprising. she’s seen worse, much worse, at the mere mention of his name, so she’ll take this. ] Yep, guilty as charged. [ she chuckles, but it tapers off at the mention of the avengers. it sounds so familiar and yet…] Probably. I’m still trying to remember who I am, if you can believe it. [ she admits sheepishly. ]

But Mr. Rogers is a friend of Tony’s, right?

I believe it. I got a lot more holes up here than I'd like. [Apparently he lucked out in being able to remember as much about himself as he does. Some of the other people wandering around might not even remember their own names.]

I--- Well. [He scratches his head and lowers his voice.] We were fighting. It's complicated, and, uh. I don't remember it all. [Stark had been on the Raft, and Sam remembers being angry and frustrated with him. There just isn't enough information to piece together the whole story.] But yeah, I think so.

[ consider pepper jealous. she can’t even remember the password to her tablet right now, which is all kinds of frustrating. ]

Fighting? [ she knows it could be nothing, but tony isn’t always the easiest person to get along with, even on a good day, so it’s enough to make her concerned. ] You think so? [ even more worrying. ] What do you remember? If… you don’t mind my asking.

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