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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Clothes. While he didn't wear any, he had a feeling there was something for him too. He did feel a little bare around the neck. With a mew, he came up alongside her again, rubbing up against her ankle to indicate he'd follow.

Clary smiled down at him and made her way towards the police station. She didn't know where it was, only that it was in this rough direction. She looked down at the cat, lacing her fingers together in front of her.

"I think this is the first time I've had a cat walk with me. Just stay out of the street okay?"

The street. That would be what they're walking on? He curiously ran ahead then padded over to the edge of the sidewalk where he curiously swatted at the street below it. With his size, it almost seemed a daunting height.

Clary watched the cat, her brows knitting together in worry as he walked over to the street. She stepped behind him and lifted him into her arms. Her words were spoken softly into his ear as she rounding the next corner.

"Its dangerous to walk in the street. You'll get hit by a car."

A halted mew escaped him as he was picked up but he didn't resist. Well, guess that answered his question about streets. He turned his head towards her in acknowledgement then stared back ahead to see where they're going. He seemed the sort of cat that didn't mind being manhandled, probably helped along by the fact that he had the appearance of a kitten.

It wasn't a long walk to the station and Clary was petting Sissel the whole way. When they arrived she placed him down and stepped inside. The people there moved as if they were expected, passing Clary clothes.

She blinked looking confused before glancing down at the cat. "I'm going to change." Not that she thought the cat to understand her. Clary would honestly be surprised if the cat stuck around.

Sissel trotted alongside her, peering up and giving her a mew. It was probably hard to tell that he understood. But in the meantime, he was going to hop up to the desk and get someone's attention. He had a feeling he was missing something too.

By the time she came back, he'll have a red bandanna around his little neck and he was still sitting on the desk like some kind of tiny mascot.

Clary was pulling at her dress, a small frown tugged at her lips. It didn't feel right, it was too short and very uncomfortable.

Seeing the red bandanna around the cat made Clary smile. She brushed a finger against it. "That's cute. Definitely better than what I'm wearing." She realized that she probably shouldn't talk to cats. The others in the police station were staring at them.

"I'm going to head home and find pants. You're welcome to come too." She didn't know if the cat had a home.

Hmm. Sissel seems to consider it for a moment then lifts his paw to lick at it. Lowering it along with his swishing tail, he peers back at Clary, unmoving.

He still wants to explore for a bit. Maybe later.

Clary laughed and rolled her eyes at the cat. "See you later." She waved a hand and quickly set off to find pants and warmth.

(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

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