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.

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It's no trouble at all. [He has to stop himself from calling her 'Your Highness'. That can come later. If the pattern persists, she'll remember it eventually anyway.]

I know just the place. There's a tea shop not far from here. Let's get you some actual clothes and we can sit and talk.

[He'll have to be careful. There's certain things he can't say, not here. Not unless he wanted to drag her into the woods and, frankly, even he can see how bad that'd look to someone who doesn't know him right now.]

Then lead the way, and I shall follow.

[A part of her wonders if this was the right thing to do. He seemed genuine—he seemed to know her, so she wanted to have faith in him, but did he also have anything to do with this... vague feeling she had, this vague sense of purpose? She supposed she couldn't know for sure, unless he knew something that might jog her memory... But if his presence couldn't do it, what could?

There are so many things she wants to ask, but she isn't sure where to start, or even where she could start. She didn't care for the message on the notices, but she didn't know this place at all. It was a bit too soon to challenge that.

She'll keep it simple for now.]

If I may ask, what do you do here? Do you make a habit of helping forgetful people like myself?

[There's a low snort of amusement at her question, though he's not trying to make fun of her.]

I was just like you not too long ago.

[He turns towards the nearest thrift shop, gesturing for her to walk with him.]

A lot of us seem to have been...lost.

[It's probably not hard to tell his words are carefully measured, and passing by another notice offers up a great reason to be so.]

You could say I've been light duty for awhile, anyway. Medical reasons.

[He'll apologize later for being vague, but even if she did remember their past he wouldn't have wanted to share what happened after they parted ways. Didn't want to take the chance that she'd feel responsible or something.]

I see...

[How curious. If the situation hadn't seemed odd before, it certainly seemed so now. For so many people to be in a position similar to her own... Just what was going on here?

But she understands. If he was like her in this way as well, it isn't difficult to figure out why he speaks the way he does. There's only so much he can say.

Well, first things first, anyway. An opportunity to speak more openly, she's sure, will present itself in time.]

I am grateful for your help nonetheless.

[She can't help but wonder whether it was chance or rather fate that caused them to meet, but that's another question she likely would not learn the answer to anytime soon.]

I swear to always help you, should you ask it.

[The King asked him to see her safely out of Insomnia, of which this little town certainly would count, but Nyx didn't get to do that. Personally he won't be satisfied until she's back with Noctis. However that'll happen.

His reply is automatic and formal. He means them now, but hadn't necessarily meant to say it in such a way. His lips twitch, but otherwise he doesn't point anymore attention to it. Just pushes on the thrift shop's door and holds it open for her.]

Did they give you a house key, by the way? Might as well find out where you live while we're at it.

[So devoted, and she doesn't even know why.

She remembered something about a prince... Of course, she couldn't be sure, but she didn't think it was him. She would know, wouldn't she? Maybe he was some kind of knight instead? She shouldn't make too many assumptions, especially not with how little she knew, but she couldn't help the natural inclination to try and piece it all together.

At the question, she looks down, reaching into the pocket of her borrowed scrubs as she walks inside. While she still held onto the ring in her hand, the key had seemed less important. She hadn't given it much thought since she tucked it away.]

Oh... Yes. [She retrieves the key and holds it out for him to see. There was a number on it, but it wasn't one that held any significance to her.] Do you know where this is?

[He takes the key, already recognizing it before he even sees the number on it. He's carrying its match in his own pocket right now. He smiles and shakes his head, bemused. It figures.]

I do, actually. This is my house.

[It's...weird how he doesn't have any added memories of her, if she's supposed to be living with him. That's what this place done. Then again, he'd probably have that much more reason to be angry at them if they did.]

It's yours? [That surprises her. She half-wonders if he's joking or teasing, but he seems sincere enough, so after a moment, she smiles, too.] I see. Then I can only think it was more than chance that brought us together today.

[Maybe she had an answer to her question after all. Of course, there were still others yet to be answered, but if it truly was fate... Well, somehow, she felt like that was something she could rely on. That was something she could trust.]

I wish I'd known beforehand. I'd have cleaned.

[It was mostly dust anyway. Jack usually leaves something around, but Nyx thinks he's been avoiding him a little. He can't blame him. Having evidence of two lives in your head is confusing at best.]

Come on...Luna. Let's get you settled and I'll show you around.

(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

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