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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Clary felt her cheeks warm as a blush crept across the bridge of her nose. It was moments like this that she wished that she wasn't so pale or freckly. Then maybe her embarrassment wouldn't be as noticeable. "Does that line actually work on girls?" Sarcasm was Clary's natural defense and remark rose easier to her lips.

She turned to look down the hallway, trying to see if there was anyone else around them before looking back at the boy. "Clary." She introduced herself only because he had.

"That's what they told me. I don't remember." She didn't remember anything and it was frustrating.

"I'll let you know when I remember," he answers playfully. He manages to sound earnest though he doesn't mean it most of the time when he flirts with women. "Looks like we're in the same predicament. I remember very little myself." Lost memories. The plot thickens and if he could, Shiba would be steepling his fingers together in glee.

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Clary didn't really understand his attitude but she supposed there were all sorts of people in the world. "Right. Well if we can't remember we can't exactly help each other." She pointed out feeling a bit dismayed my the thought.

"How an you be so relaxed right now?"

"You'd be surprised," he said as if he had a frame of reference for that. "I don't know. I guess I just like a good mystery. I heard the nurse say our things are with the sheriff though. Isn't that strange?"

Clary had thought it was strange but everyone she asked had dismissed her concern. Her teeth worried at her bottom lip as the thought consumed her focus.

She inhaled a deep breath and then spoke, sounding a little bit more tired than before. "Yes, it is strange. You'd think they'd at least have our clothes here but I guess we're supposed to walk to the sheriff's office in a hospital gown." At least it covered them completely over the gowns that lace in the back.

"And at this point I'm not sure if anything will surprise me anymore."

"Not very nice for a place that treats the injured." He remarked, still looking relaxed as he smiled. "I'm almost certain there are more surprises ahead of us. It's just a matter of finding them." He regarded her with a slight cock of the head. "Do you want to go to the station together?"

Clary took a moment to consider his question. She didn't know him and he was a little strange but it was far better than going to the station alone. With a quick nod of her head she agree. "Alright."

She paused and glanced around them. "Do you think it's okay to just leave? I think they're too busy to notice." With the way that the nurses were rushing around, they wouldn't notice if two of their patience slipped away. In fact, Clary was noticing a few people who had just walked right out of the building.

"If there's anything I remember, it's that people don't care as long as you act like you know what you're doing." He stepped closer, holding an arm out to her. "Even in a hospital gown," he added with a playful wink, fully intending of walking them both out of here.

Clary looked down at his offered arm and then up at his smile. He certainly looked like he knew what he was doing. With a roll of his shoulders she looped her arm through his and gestured with her free hand for him to lead the way.

"Time to test this theory." If it got her out, then that's awesome.

He grinned and started to walk them both out the door. No one seemed to mind or care and it was just a matter of finding the right signages to the station by the time they're out.

"See?"

Clary was noticeably surprised as they stepped out onto the street. Emerald green eyes blinded up at him with a glare of confusion reflecting back at him.

"We really made it." She probably shouldn't' have sounded so surprised. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He patted her on the hand. He checked out the signage available and started to guide them in that direction. "Let's go get ourselves some proper clothes."

Clary nodded and padded towards the police station. She hoped that there were proper clothes there. At least something that she felt more comfortable in. Anything would be better than a hospital gown. At least, that's what she thought. When they finally get to the police station Clary is dismayed to see that her clothes are a black dress that didn't look like it was long enough to be decent. These were not winter clothes at all.

The key to her home gave her some hope that she'd be able to change but she'd have to walk all the way there in the reveling black dress. She couldn't imagine having picked this out for herself.

(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

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I hope a time skip is oky