(april intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

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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.

Comments

[angelic_archer]

[For some reason Alec didn't think this was the first time he had to be careful with his words so that the Law didn't come after him. It's an unsettling thought since he doesn't feel like someone who is dangerous, not in the way that the police seem concerned about. Like a weapon, he realizes, but not sure what he means by it in the context of himself.]

The Law is hard, but it's the Law.

[The phrase keeps coming to mind but Alec knows he's not referring to the signs and the cameras. There's also a hint of carefully disguised frustration in his tone, just enough so that Pepper will know he doesn't agree with the Law.]

You'll remember your password eventually. [They're all supposed to regain their memories... he hopes. Giving Pepper a wry smile, he shrugs at the size of the house.] I think we have hobbies that require space. I'm an archer. Maybe we were planning a range in the back yard.

Caffeine and books were the most important stops. I'm not sure where I work, but I know I don't go to the school.

[ceoinstilettos]

Mm. [ pepper simply hums in response, this conversation one she’d prefer to avoid ( at least for now ) because who knows who is listening. catching the subtle inclination in his tone she nods, starting for her home. ] If you’d like to come in… [ maybe it’ll be safer there. ]

I know… it’s just frustrating since I’m sure there are things on it that’ll help me remember who I am. [ faster. she doesn’t doubt that she’ll remember a little here and there as time goes on, but she doesn’t want to have to wait… and, to be honest, she gets the sinking feeling she can’t afford to wait. ]

Oh, well consider me impressed. I don’t think I could hit the broad side of a barn if I tried. [ she shakes her head, stifling a laugh. ] Caffeine is definitely essential to the start of any day. [ her smiles wanes, if only slightly. ] Are you sure it’s not the bookstore?

[angelic_archer]

Are you sure? I won't be offended if you don't want a stranger in your house. [It might be polite to offer, but that doesn't mean that the intrusion is wanted. Alec is someone that Pepper had just met, at least in relation to their lost memories. They might have known each other before but now it's a blank.]

I'd hoped to find something at home that would help me figure things out but the house didn't look lived in. [When he'd looked around with Magnus, they'd assumed they'd just moved in. It felt odd though. Too impersonal for someone as flamboyant as Magnus and too generic for someone who is carefully organized like Alec.] Maybe you wrote down the password somewhere?

I think I can hit a target. [Considering the gear and callouses he had, it looked like he practiced regularly.] If I can, I can teach you, if you want.

[Teaching seems right for some reason. Maybe he'd been an archery instructor back in New York. Pausing, he considers Pepper's suggestion, frowning as he puzzles through the fragments of memories and hazy impressions that now make up so much of his thoughts.]

Music. [Not a musician despite the beautiful piano in the castle.] There's a record shop on main street.

[ceoinstilettos]

I am, [ she realizes that her sudden invitation is a bit… unusual. she doesn’t remember him and he doesn’t remember her, but she doesn’t feel all that uncomfortable talking to him about the, er, strange happenings of the town. ] But I’ll leave it up to you. [ she doesn’t have a problem with it. ] If you’d prefer we can just walk around town instead, maybe see if anything sparks a memory or two.

No? That’s not too promising. [ she remembers being surrounded by all sorts of tech and… a disembodied voice? n- no. that’s silly. maybe she hit her head a lot harder than she thought. ] Maybe. I’m sure it’ll come to me eventually. [ hopefully. ]

Really? You… wouldn’t mind? Because, if not, I’d like that. [ it couldn’t hurt to know how to defend herself if, god forbid, something happened. ]

Music? Why don’t we head up Main Street then and check it out? [ she vaguely remembers tony and his “band” and… that’s not something she wants to think about right now. she can’t believe she was a groupie. ]

[angelic_archer]

[Looking at the house, he knows that there's no reason to worry. Pepper isn't dangerous even if the thought is accompanied by the image of a brunette in heels that would prove to him that yes, someone smaller than him could be very dangerous. He knows that he could take care of himself, had done so before, with beings more dangerous than lady in heels.

But the offer isn't one that a Mundane should make to someone she just met.] How about a rain check on seeing the house until we both know a bit more about ourselves?

[Knowing that worrying about their memories won't help heal their injuries, Alec shifts to his suggestion of weapons practice. That's something he knows that he's good and he thinks he'd be good at teaching others.]

I don't mind. They said it'd be a month before I can have my bow but after that, I can set something up. If we can find a smaller one for you.

Records, I think. [That seems right. Kind of but Alec isn't sure why it almost feels like a secret.] We should take a look. I was too distracted trying to get home and figure out who I was to notice anything but the most important stores.