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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...oh. [She looks over to him and shakes her head.] No, nothing in particular.

[She isn't sure whether or not she should elaborate. She knew there were others like her in the hospital who'd also woken up after some kind of accident... But while the hospital staff had been super inattentive, she wasn't sure if the same could be said for the people outside.

It would probably be best not to draw too much attention to certain things.]

I was simply passing by.

[She doesn't mean to brush him off, but it's clear she's uncertain how open she should be.]

[Izumi can't blame the woman for pulling back from the conversation. He might have been too forward there, although it says something that she hasn't walked away yet.]

Ah, I see. Sorry for butting in, then! [He gives her scrubs a curious glance. This one, he has to ask:] Do you work at the hospital?

[That question is... well, entirely fair. Should she lie? Would it be worth lying? She took the clothes because going out in a hospital gown was definitely a no-go, and it had helped her leave without anyone asking too many questions. But she wasn't so badly off that she'd need to be sent back... Probably. And this kid didn't strike her as someone who cared that much. He didn't seem nosy in a malicious way.]

...no, not exactly. I fear these garments were the only ones available to me at the time.

[That's not a lie, though her words definitely leave some room for creative interpretation.]

[No, he doesn't care that much. But for Izumi, that answer is a little odd, and he arches an eyebrow.]

You got discharged in scrubs? I didn't know that was possible.

[His words are mirthful, indicating that he isn't necessarily suspicious; rather, he finds the thought quite funny. That sounds more like someone who pilfered said garments to leave as quickly as possible—not that he'll pass judgments on the beautiful lady here without sufficient evidence, so here goes nothing:]

Were you in an accident?

[Is it possible? Probably not. But since he asks another question, she'll take it as an opportunity to move away from the topic of where she found her clothes.

Granted, she can't give a very good answer to this, either, but... She shrugs a little.]

As far as I'm aware. [Her memories of the incident were vague, but she thinks that this might be another opportunity, and so she follows her response up with:] Do you happen to know anything about it...?

[He didn't seem like the others she'd seen around. He didn't look lost or confused. Maybe he'd heard something about some kind of local accident(s).]

[The vague answer more or less cinches it.]

All I know is that accidents happen often here.

[And so, as a disclaimer, he can't say with complete confidence that anyone who suffered one is in the same predicament as the rest of them. He briefly glances up in contemplation. The bizarre nature of the town can't be covered by the accidents alone.]

Actually, it feels like there's always something weird going on.

Often? [She isn't too surprised—it makes sense, with what she's witnessed so far—but she's curious nonetheless.] Weird how?

[He seemed willing to answer questions, and in that case, she was totally here for that. Maybe it wasn't the most polite way to approach someone she just met, but she knew so little about her situation... She'd just make it up to him later.]

[Izumi can't talk about polite approaches. He knows that he's been fairly nosy since day one of waking up in the hospital. More importantly, this is a question he can't answer in full within public view.]

Well . . . last week, a ton of people were getting sick. I'm not sure if you were around for that, but there was something wrong with the water. That's been fixed, so please don't worry about the water in your house.

The weather can get a little moody, too, though that's just the way it is around here. It'd probably be a good idea to carry an umbrella for a while.

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