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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-05-31 09:13 pm
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(june intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

INTRODUCTION LOG


JUNE 1ST - 3RD
AFTER THE ACCIDENT
There was an accident. The details are hazy and obscure, but it's still the first thing you remember. Maybe a car wreck — metal and broken glass everywhere, and the sirens and the screaming. Maybe your bike hit a rock and you careened uncontrollably off a mountain path. Maybe something less mundane, even impossible seems to have happened to you. You can't quite make out the details, not who was at fault or why. Try as you might, the chaos is all you can truly remember.

It's also the last thing you remember from before waking up.

When you open your eyes, the accident is gone, replaced with white sterility. Perhaps somewhat alarming at first, until you blink at your surroundings and realize that you're in a hospital bed. You try to move but are sluggish, covered in a scattering of minor injuries you only vaguely remember receiving, not to mention the possibility of the partially healed remnants of other, seemingly older wounds.

It's a shame you won't be able to tell the difference between the two. Your memories are an indiscernible fog where they're not absent altogether, only a few standing out in your mind with any kind of certainty.

If the room happens to be empty when you wake, it's not for long. Nurses bustle in, taking your vitals and asking your name and anything else you might remember. Don't worry, 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.

Then you'll be left alone. Or maybe you'll find yourself visited by loved ones: family, or friends. You've lived here much or all of your life, so of course you have those things. Of course they already remember you being here, and may remember visiting you in the hospital while you were still unconscious.

Either way, the hospital's population is quadruple the usual, and you get the impression the nurses are working themselves ragged just running damage control. You might hear talk around the hospital of other small population spikes over the past few days, though many patients appeared to be well enough to be released the same day, and the same might be said of you. Or at least the staff doesn't seem to be too concerned. You can even leave your room without much fuss, any doctor or nurse that might try to intercept you getting called away almost immediately to deal with something even more pressing.

Of course, it's not so unusual to settle in until you're discharged, either. You may choose to wait for loved ones to come pick you up, even speak to your fellow patients, whether roommates or others wandering the halls. The more enterprising and suspicious might even consider it an opportunity to poke around for a few basic answers.


JUNE 1ST - 4TH
GETTING USED TO HOME AGAIN
However you get there, outside the birds sing a joyful song, and though the air is just a bit crisp, the sky's as sunny as you've ever seen it. It's bright enough to make you squint for a moment before you feast your eyes on the quaint little mountain town of Wayward Pines, though that might just be some sort of side effect from your accident. Trees line the street at regular intervals, carefully manicured and slightly waterlogged from the recent flood. Cars cruise by at a safe and respectable speed. Fellow pedestrians spare you glances, some wary, others concerned or just friendly. It probably depends on how clothed you were when you left the hospital.

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 (could be a good direction to head in, though — maybe it'll jog your memory), and one that you might: Wayward Pines Sheriff's Department. You've likely caught wind by now that any clothing or other items you had on you at the time of your accident are being held by the Sheriff until you're well enough to claim them. Not to mention the keys to your home, kept locked and safe at the station for you. That should probably be your next stop, though if anything's missing in what they hand over you'd be the last to know.

It's time to get home, to recover from your ordeal and try to sort through your memories. Do you remember this house, the pictures of family on the walls and how to navigate to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Maybe it's easier with loved ones living with you, helping you get settled, or maybe you're on your own. Either way, over the next few days it's a good idea to try to remember your routines, to get out and finally visit Main Street if you haven't already. Maybe you even remembered that you work in one of the more familiar sounding shops, or elsewhere in town. Makes sense they'd give you some time off to recover and get reacclimated to your life here, but eventually you should probably get back to work. You haven't seen your co-workers in a few days, and besides, you have to be able to put bread on the table.


JUNE 5TH
GLUG GLUG'S GRAND OPENING!

Town hall is listening, and town hall has heard you loud and clear (their surveillance equipment is of the highest quality, after all). While there appears to have been some... clerical issues and red tape concerning the highest voted name, when the fifth rolls around the newly completed and lovingly anointed Glug Glug's opens its doors to the public for the official grand opening!

For an old diner, this place has undergone an amazing transformation, with a ground, second, and basement floor all open to the public and offering a wide variety of entertainment options within:

The ground floor features a long bar along one wall where one can order coffee, tea, soda, hot chocolate, whatever your little caffeinated heart desires, as well as alcoholic drinks 10% or under — provided you can show some form of ID, of course. Linda, perched at the bar with a mimosa in hand, will tell anyone who listens that she voted for Pubby McPubface, but honestly, who's listening to Linda, anyway? Pastries and small appetizers are also available at half price for the special event, and card and board games make inviting and colorful centerpieces on the tables scattered around the room (there are classics like Monopoly and the rousing game of Jenga in the corner, amongst less common fare you may not have played before, like Cards Against Humanity and Settlers of Catan).

A lounge on the second floor overlooks the ground floor and features plush couches and chairs, ambient lighting and a pleasant, relaxing atmosphere to contrast with the low buzz of activity below. A small balcony out back provides a peaceful, quiet view of some of the very pines after which our town was named.

The basement is where anyone interested will find music, dance, billiards and booze. A small stage on one end features regular local live performances, with a vast stretch of the room devoted to a dance floor and just a few private booths set into the wall around the edges. The bar down here serves the harder stuff to those that can prove they're old enough to be handling it, and one corner of the room is devoted to a billiards table and two large pinball machines.

Technically the basement level is open to all ages, but getting down there requires showing your ID and getting your hand stamped, and anyone under 16 is highly encouraged to be accompanied by an adult. And, of course, anyone caught sneaking drinks to minors will be summarily kicked out, as well as reported to Sheriff Griffith for a good talking to about, you know, civic duty and such. It's honestly not worth it, you know how he goes on.

Today is supposed to be a party after all, let's not spoil it just yet.


MOD NOTES

Welcome to our fifth mingle log for newbies and oldbies alike!

This log is meant to cover characters' first five days in Wayward Pines. Characters for this round will appear staggered in the hospital between the 1st and the 3rd, and a CR building event will occur on the 5th, after everyone has had a suitable amount of time to get settled in town. For the most part, only the five memories detailed in your character's application are remembered throughout the duration of this log, although their false Wayward Pines memories may also begin to surface (in those who've opted to utilize this mechanic) as the week 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, date, location, and Open or Closed, to help keep things organized and make your character easy to find.

If you have any questions regarding this intro log, feel free to ask them on the FAQ or the relevant plurk.
dendrites: braidless. (SLOWLY)

elsa | 3-5 | town, 4106, glug glug's | ( ota )

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-01 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
❆ getting used to home.
[ a roommate. that had been a little bit surprising initially, though the surprise feels silly now as she holds the keys in her hand, feeling their weight in her palm as she pulls them out of the pocket of her skirt. well. that makes sense, having a roommate. who else would she live with? her stomach turns over in doubt. ever since her concussion – falling off a ladder, it sounds like – everything is fuzzy. too fuzzy. she can barely shake her head without feeling phantom pangs of pain. it's frustrating.

there are some items that feel familiar to her for the most part as she stands out front and runs her fingers along the side of the house. there are flowers that give the place color, though she thinks they could do with more in the front yard. and what's this? a bicycle? perfect. perhaps one might find her out front, cleaning a pastel blue bike before using it.

a ride to main street sounds like a good idea, orient herself again with her surroundings ( and to take her mind off the strange contents of her suitcase. ) she at least remembers how to ride a bike. the little bell makes a small tinkling noise when she flicks her thumb against the button when she mounts it. when she finally does reach town, her peddling slows and, with an uncertain look in her eyes, attempts to smile at those who seem friendly. or vaguely familiar.

at least before putting her head down again and dismounting. maybe she should just disappear into a shop.
]
❆ glug glug's grand opening.
[ in what she hopes is near the end of this recovery phase, a few memories have returned, though she doesn't feel any more clarity than she did when she first snapped to attention in the hospital bed. between those and those strange items in her suitcase, she cannot make sense of a single thing.

but she does, to her credit, wear that snowflake necklace, having been drawn to it and the way the jewel catches the light. elsa touches the pendant as she takes a seat by herself at the bar. these self-dates have been pretty nice, though she supposes she should socialize. if anything to let those know that she is near recovery and she hopes she might jog her memories here.
]

Hot chocolate, please. With an extra dollop of whipped cream.

[ as the attendant behind the counter attends to her drink, she spins around in the chair with a swing of her ponytail, bare legs crossed at the ankles with her hands neatly folded in her lap. she's looking for – something. anything. maybe even just awkward eye contact. ]
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realists: (ro » inquire)

❆ welcome home, snowflake

[personal profile] realists 2017-06-01 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ the bicycle, like most things, doesn't belong to jyn. it was just there in the garage and now it's in the front yard because she was moving stuff around. the books in the house don't belong to jyn, the hideous rug under the dining room table doesn't belong to jyn, nothing belongs to jyn.

but it's her space and so she blusters when people come into it without asking or without permission or just when she doesn't want them there. (and yet they always manage to be invited in somehow because cassian has more manners than she does.)

she's made more of a point of paying attention to the rules since poe's... vacation, which is the only reason she doesn't bristle immediately when she steps out on to the porch. well, she doesn't bristle violently. her arms cross over her chest, too big flannel shirt looking more like a sweater on her and tied at the waist. human ragamuffin grump. ]


If you're going to steal it you should wait until I'm not home.

[ so. interpersonal skills: needs improvement. ]
dendrites: (UNSURELY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-01 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
​[​she freezes ( and perhaps the air does around her as well ) and clutches the handlebars of the bike she's rolling to the front.​]​​ I -- I hadn't known. I was given keys to this place after I was released to the hospital.

​[​elsa rummages into the pocket of her dress, holding the key out to the other young woman. they're a sharp contrast here - a brightly colored delia's catalogue vs. darker seattle grunge. she drops the kickstand to rest the bike on the sidewalk before slowly and hesitantly approaching her.​]​​ I apologize for startling you if I have. I was following directions upon my release.

Apparently, I live here.
realists: (ro » curious)

[personal profile] realists 2017-06-02 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
You live here, [ jyn repeats dumbly, eyes widening slightly. the woman has keys that jyn already has no doubt will fit perfectly. everyone gets memories and jyn gets nothing but she gets a roommate, one who will probably remember living in this house as well, but not with jyn.

explains the spare room.

crap, where is cassian going to sleep when he stays over, she hasn't let him sleep on the couch since the first night when she fell asleep on the couch first and he brought her to bed. that's what the spare room was for!

but now it belongs to someone and jyn can feel the truth in the woman's words. the only reason she softens even the tiniest bit it because she'd said the magic word: hospital ]


You've an accident then? Brain gone all fuzzy and you're missing parts of...everything?
dendrites: (EVENTUALLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-03 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. I'd – well, I'd known how to get here without much instruction. Simply followed my feet.

[ elsa shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the keys going back into her skirt. standing before the house, she can feel the color filling the space between the lines, moving in, sleeping in that bed, rolling this bike into the garage. she picks up the rag she had been using to clean it. ]

That is exactly how I feel, [ she replies quietly, extending her right hand, the clean hand. ] I am Elsa. I can find other lodgings if you wish to have your own space.

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dadiolus: (✖ 100.)

glug;

[personal profile] dadiolus 2017-06-01 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
( well, if there's one thing that won't pass beyond his notice — it's the grand opening of anything that might have a bar, whether it's for coffee or cocoa or anything else, alcoholic or not. enough of his mind has settled that he thinks he can trust it in what it gives him, because for all he'd been grasping for straws when he'd first woken up, there's a bit more sure footing with the passage of time, and he's finally starting to feel like himself.

which means that when he sees elsa sitting at the bar, looking prim and proper and very much like she doesn't belong there, he has to make his way over, intercept the one making her cocoa in order to pay for it himself before he slips down onto the stool next to her, grinning like he was meant to do nothing else.
)

Extra whipped cream, huh? Darin'.

( oh good grief. )
dendrites: (WARMLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-01 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
​[​well, that just makes her sit up even straighter than before. without even thinking about it, her serious expression eases into a smile full of warmth because - well, that just feels right. ( and she hadn't even noticed gladio paying for her cocoa, which was entirely unnecessary but the lady will not protest too much. ) elsa swivels her seat around to face him, resting the heel of her flat against the rung.​]​

I lead a life of danger, ​​[​she tells him plainly with a lift of her chin. it does not take her long to laugh softly behind a hand before refolding both over her lap.​]​

Perhaps you ought to stick around in case I order another with peppermint.
dadiolus: (✖ 13.)

[personal profile] dadiolus 2017-06-03 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
( look, he's always been in the habit of doing nice things for people for no good reason — but there's something about being near to her, seeing that smile melt any measure of severity in her expression that feels just about as right, as normal as it had to have paid for her drink in the first place.

ah, but there's a ridiculous sort of dorky chuckle that filters up at the first of her words, and the quirk of a brow at the second.
) Peppermint. Hell, we've got ourselves a regular daredevil here. ( oh my god. this is already disgusting. ) What about cinnamon?

( the fuck is even happening. )
dendrites: (BASHFULLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-03 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ her gaze lingers a little too long – for various reasons, one of them being that she is trying to take this new puzzle piece handed to her and make it fit into this fragmented image she has in the back of her head. but that smile is unwavering when she rests her elbows on the counter, an arm folded across, her chin in her other hand. that position next to him feels as routine as this banter. ]

I've been bold enough to try cinnamon, but that isn't my favored spice. Though! I would not protest a spicy hot cocoa in the future. I think I might enjoy that.

[ the mug set before her is just perfect and elsa looks upon it like she's been reunited with an old friend. and, well, she has been. the bartender says nothing about the bill and she's momentarily forgotten it in favor of bringing that whipped creamed confection to her face to take a sip. naturally getting a tiny bit of cream on her nose inthe process. ]

Mmhm.

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HER FACE ugh i'm smitten

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the cutest nerd!

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angelic_archer: (Everything is weird)

Glug Glugs

[personal profile] angelic_archer 2017-06-02 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite years of having to fend for himself food-wise, Alec actually is a snob when choosing beverages. Partially because he has a husband who prefers the best in teas and partially because Alec knows how he can get after a few drinks. The coffee surprisingly doesn't interest him but when he sees the mug being set down beside the blonde, he has to ask.]

Is the hot chocolate here any good?
dendrites: (EVENLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-03 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I shall tell you in a moment!

[ it smells divine, in her opinion. out of habit – she thinks – elsa closes her eyes and inhales deeply, a smile playing at her lips. there is no greater weakness than this. with a glance to the young man sitting next to her, she lifts her mug to take a sip. ]

It is just wonderful. You will not be disappointed.
angelic_archer: (Avoiding my feelings)

[personal profile] angelic_archer 2017-06-04 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Alec can't quite hold back a smile as he watches her savor the hot chocolate. He gives her a small nod, silently saying 'good luck'.]

With that recommendation, I have to order it.

[Once he placed his order, he looks over at her, trying to remember if he'd seen her before.]

I'm Alec. I'm sorry, but I don't know if we've met before.

dendrites: (ADORABLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-05 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ elsa smiles and extends a hand to him. ]

Elsa. It is a pleasure, whether this is — ah, tbe first time or not.

[ her brow wrinkles briefly. it is distressing, having so many holes in her memory, but she will try to find ways to jog it. ]

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invisibill: (pic#11349740)

[personal profile] invisibill 2017-06-06 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
They have hot chocolate here? That's kind of awesome.

[Danny didn't see a single person he knew here, but he wasn't about to let that keep him from sugar and chocolate. He slides into the chair next to Elsa and orders his own hot chocolate. With double whipped cream. ]
dendrites: (COYLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-07 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
That's how you place an order! [ elsa compliments with a small smile as the bartender sets her own cocoa before her. she unfolds her hands, thanks him, and picks her mug up to savor the smell and warmth of a drink she knows in her heart to be her favorite. ]

I didn't know they sold this drink here either.
invisibill: (pic#11341007)

[personal profile] invisibill 2017-06-09 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[He leans back in his chair as he waits for his own order to arrive. ]

I guess it makes sense. Not everyone likes coffee and soda and stuff.
dendrites: (NERDILY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-11 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
And not everyone can drink alcohol!

[ she chuckles, stirring the whipped cream into her drink. ]

I mean, I can, I just prefer this beverage.

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thingsfall: (011)

@glug glug's

[personal profile] thingsfall 2017-06-08 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Even at a bar, you and hot chocolate.

[ She's turned, and there he is, towering over her--he can't help it, he's six-foot-three and weirdly swole for a bank manager approaching his midlife crisis. He can't help but be imposing.

But he doesn't mean to be intimidating, and he's not making fun of her; the observation comes with a bit of humor in the curve of his mouth.
]

You're not at work, you can order something else.
dendrites: (KINDLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-09 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
– Bruce.

[ the name instantly appears in her head as soon as she lifts her head to look up at him, not at all sheepish when she laughs. as intimidating as he is to some, elsa finds that she's only ( respectfully ) comfortable.

he is her boss, after all.
]

It's my favorite drink! I'm perfectly happy with ordering one here. [ and she got an extra dollop of whipped cream, okay. ]
thingsfall: (041)

[personal profile] thingsfall 2017-06-11 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He shrugs, one side of his mouth lifting in an easy smile. He cocks his head at the empty stool beside her but he sits without waiting for an answer; it seems he's more used to conveying his attention than asking permission for things. ]

To each their own, I suppose. At least you know what you like.

It's a nice place here, isn't it?
dendrites: (COQUETTISHLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-12 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
I know this much, [ elsa chuckles faintly, brushing her bangs away from her forehead. the smell of her hot cooca being made wafts through the air and she breathes in deeply, pulling her shoulders up to her ears briefly. ]

It is very nice. It has a comfortable atmosphere.

[ she gestures to him. ]

And what is your preference, Mr. Wayne?

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sirnyxalot: (byfamira_044a)

Town

[personal profile] sirnyxalot 2017-06-09 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nyx is stressed. His family is missing, Elena and he have been going almost door to door all weekend. They've tried all the usual places and no one has seen hide nor hair of Katherine or either of the Salvatores. His boss is missing too, and Nyx has barely had the mind to open the gym in the past couple of days. He'll have to go through all the paperwork soon. It's been a long long time since he's run a business, but there are a lot of people who still use the place and he doesn't want to just close it.

He exits a shop, pushing his hair back from his face as he sighs over another negative. He's starting to think they're actually gone and he's not sure yet what he's going to do. When Rachel disappear their entire past together went with her, try as he might to remember the details. All of his conversations with her now feel different without those memories backing them up. Is the same thing going to happen with the others? Is he just...going to forget?

Hell no. He refuses.

He's just about decided on at least some course of action when he glances over at the movement in the corner of his eye and catches Elsa ducking her head. She doesn't look familiar (at least not yet) and it hits him just what day it is and what that means.

Forcing his worry and grief down, Nyx smiles and calls out to her.]


Good afternoon.
dendrites: (EVENLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-11 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ the exchange with her new ( ? ) roommate has left her feeling half-comforted, half-confused; with holes in her memory, she hardly feels like a whole person. she's able-bodied, living and breathing and all, but if there is one thing that elsa knows about herself, it is that she hates to feel directionless. there's a purpose, a calling – it's somewhere out there but she has yet to find it again.

blessedly, she remembers how to ride a bike, at least. that seems like something she would do on a semi-regular basis.

she unties her hair from its ponytail after chaining her bike to the stand next to the mailbox and turns to the man she had peered at for a little too long. it is rude, she knows, but her desperation to find something familiar outweighs a sense of propriety in this case.
]

Hi – hello. [ elsa smiles faintly this time, still friendly in her own distant way. ] I'm reorienting myself with the town. I thought I saw someone I knew.
sirnyxalot: (byfamira_142)

[personal profile] sirnyxalot 2017-06-14 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[No worried, he's seen much ruder in his life and hardly considers some harmless staring anything to write home about. He approaches her so they can talk a little easier, and nods like he understands.]

You'll get that a lot around here. Comes from living in a place where everyone kinda knows everybody. I'm Nyx. I work just down the street.
dendrites: (COYLY)

[personal profile] dendrites 2017-06-15 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
My name is Elsa. [ that is accompanied with a small bow of her head which seems just customary for her.
second nature. whatever that means in a time like this. briefly, she stoops to lock her bicycle to the rack with a solid click of the padlock before brushing her hands off on her dress.
]

A pleasure. [ she extends a hand to him. ]

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