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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"What the hell is that?" he asked, his eyebrows shooting up in alarm. No specific memory was coming to the surface to confirm his suspicions, but something told him that glowing magic rocks were probably bad news.

The appearance of the stone distracted him for a moment, but he turned and placed the order (her black coffee, and one with cream and sugar for himself); pulling out a few bills he'd borrowed from Steve to pay for their drinks. "Nice to meet you too, Clary, even if it's under some pretty sketchy circumstances."

Clary curled her fingers over the stone and shrugged. "I don't know but it's mine." She had a small collection of strange things and while she didn't know what it was, Clary knew that the stone was important.

She followed him as he ordered, the fingers of her free hand tugging at the hem of her dress. She had the impression that it was supposed to be a shirt on any normal sized person.

"You think it's odd too?" Clary looked at the stone again, her lips twisting to the side as if the expression might help her understand it. "I wonder what makes it glow like that." Maybe a battery?

Well, that was potentially worrying. A glowing rock that did who-knew-what? He still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something familiar about it, and that was worrying, too.

"Yeah, that's one way of putting it. I don't know... I feel like I've seen something like it, before. Do you think it's magic?" he asked with a straight face. The prospect of magic being a real thing didn't seem strange to him.

Clary rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "I don't think so. Magic doesn't exist right?" A nagging sensation pulled at her chest as her question settled in the space between them; it was something like magic. Humans didn't do magic. That one fact seemed to be firm.

"Do you want to take a closer look at it?" As long as he gave it back she didn't mind. Clary knew that it was important. Just not why it was important.

What Clary didn't know was that the rock wouldn't glow if Sam held it. It was witchlight and it only glowed for a Shadowhunter.

His brows drew together thoughtfully as he gave the question some actual consideration. "I don't remember. But I don't think it would surprise me if it was real."

He hesitated, because something was still bothering him about the rock, but in the end, his curiosity got the better of him and he held out his hand. "Hopefully I don't end up regretting this, but yeah, if you don't mind."

"It won't hurt you." She dropped the witchlight into his hand and the moment it left his fingers it stopped glowing. It looked like a rock, quarts maybe, but as Sam held it the stone appeared completely ordinary.

"That's... weird." Weird was one way to put it.

Clary picked it back up momentarily, the rock glowed again, then she put it back in Sam's palm. This was very fascinating but she felt like a bug going towards the light. Maybe she'd get buzzed if she kept it up.

Despite her reassurance, he almost flinched when she dropped the stone into his hand. When the light went out, it was pretty anticlimactic, actually. "Huh."

He watched as it started to glow again when she picked it up, and then went dead when it was back in his hand. "Maybe you're the magical one," he joked. Well. It was mostly a joke, anyway. He handed the stone back to her when their coffees were placed on the counter and thanked the barista.

"Ha, ha." Clary pronounced each syllable making it very clear that she didn't exactly find his comment funny. She took the gray-ish white stone back and held it so that the glow wasn't too noticeable. She didn't know what she was doing or how to stop it but she knew that she was completely ordinary.

"I'm sure there is just something else to it." She was more determined than ever to figure it out.

Clary took the coffee with a smile. She inhaled the rick bitter liquid and her smile grew. "I think coffee is magical." She took a small sip feeling the heat slither comfortably down her throat. Her core began to warm, reaching out towards her frozen limbs. "Definitely magical." Bright green eyes looked up at Sam with a small smile while relief flooded through her.

"This is wonderful." Best thing all day.

"Probably, yeah. My friend told me that, uh, our memories will come back. You'll figure it out." He wasn't going to say too much more about what 'his friend told him,' since those notices hanging around town were no joke, even if they did seem ridiculous.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm as he took a sip of his own coffee. It was kind of endearing, really. "Enjoy the little things, right?"

Clary nodded her head while continuing to give her coffee a goofy smile. "I'll look forward to it. Not remembering kind of sucks." That was putting it mildly but now that she had coffee she found it hard to stay in a sour mood. She'd even forgotten that her dress was way to short for her and showing off more of her thigh than she's used too.

"Yes. Little things are great. Like a good song coming on the radio." Her thoughts diverged a bit, wondering how she might draw people differently before and after coffee, before coming back to the conversation. "Or like wearing pants." She finished with a smile. It was easier if she joked about things.

"I honestly can't thank you enough for this. If there is anything I can do let me know?" She left it open ended.

"I've met amnesiacs before. Never thought I'd be one of them, though." Saying that it sucked was a massive understatement, especially when you didn't really know what the actual cause was, besides some contrived 'accident.'

He chuckled again, though this time it was more of an actual laugh. "Hey, I hear you on the good song." If there was one thing Sam could appreciate in almost any situation, it was good music. "Pants are something I take for granted, I guess. You know if you got anything to change into, back at your place?" Then again, she probably would have done that already, if she had even made it that far.

"I'll keep that in mind, but it's all good for now. I wouldn't even be able to buy myself a coffee if I hadn't bummed the money off of my friend this morning."

Clary can't say she's met an amnesiacs, well, before now anyway. She flashed him a smile, it was surprisingly easy to smile around Sam. Even with this as bad and confusing as they were.

She looked down at the key she had in her hand with the witchlight. She turned it over and read the number to herself. "I hadn't actually thought of that." She felt a little silly. "They gave me the keys to my place. If I make it there I should be able to find other clothes, I'm sure." She hoped though Clary didn't sound all that convinced.

She looked up at Sam, returning to the smile that she wore before. "Thanks for the coffee. Definitely warmed me up but I should probably head out and get home before it gets any colder." Mostly any time after mid-day was going to be cold, basic logic reminded Clary of the functions of the sun and its warmth.

(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

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