officialnotice: (welcome.)
the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-04-30 08:52 pm
Entry tags:

(may intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

INTRODUCTION LOG


MAY 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.


MAY 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.

Or at the very least some of the delicious treats at the school bake sale you're seeing flyers for all over town!


MAY 5TH
ANNUAL BAKE SALE, PRESENTED BY THE PTA!

It's that time of year again. The time when everyone digs into their wallet, ignores their diet, and spends a little time supporting the local school bake fair. You know, for the good of the children. Or, in this particular case, the hospital. There's no denying the hospital has had a hard time of it lately, between the steady influx of accident victims at the start of each month and the recent outbreak scare, and the Wayward Pines Academy PTA has come up with the perfect solution to show their support to the hard working hospital staff by vowing to donate half of the proceeds for the sale today. Maybe the hospital can see about finally getting the staff breakroom a decent coffee machine!

And it doesn't hurt that Linda's Blondie recipe is honestly to die for. The PTA has pulled out all the stops this year in the hopes of encouraging a good community turn out, posters advertising the sale plastering every street corner and flyers stuffed into every mailbox for a solid week leading up to the event, and today is finally the day.

There's at least two dozen different tables set up with all manner of delectable treats, even one or two offering vegan alternatives for those inclined. Not to mention a few others catering to some of the townspeople's more... unique palates.

Maybe you've got your own table set up with your wares, or were simply lured to the park today by the appetizing scents wafting through the air. Either way it seems like the whole town has come out to show their support today, and why wouldn't they? Children are our future, after all. Or maybe it's just Linda's Blondie recipe.

Yeah, that's probably it.




MOD NOTES

Welcome to our fourth 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.
avicula: (❚❚ 053)

dutch | various dates and times | open

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-01 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I. — MAY 3, WEAVER'S (BAR)
[ dutch checks herself out of the hospital against medical advice early. she's fine, or she's physically fine and it's only her mind that isn't. there are gaping holes in her memory and a drive to escape, to get to high ground, to go on the offensive. maybe to shoot something.

instead of all those things, she finds a bar. it doesn't feel quite right: for a moment, she expects someone bald with flamboyant make-up behind the bar, a jazz singer crooning in the background and sexers picking up new clients. then she remembers having been here before and the dissonance dies down, at least for a while. long enough to find an empty stool at the bar, long enough to order a strong drink.

dutch stays at the bar the whole evening, not quite downing shots but not just nursing one drink, either. at times, she only stares darkly at a spot in the distance, at others, she might catch someone's gaze, one corner of her mouth lifting in a lazy smirk. ]


Can't say I remember seeing you here before. [ is half joke, half pick-up line. she could do with a little distraction, really. ]


II. — MAY 4, CROSSBONES BOXING
[ there's an anger inside dutch that burns bright, something vengeful that needs an outlet. she's reached for a gun by instinct more times than she can count and her memories of a life as a killjoy are too real to be a dream, a hallucination or the outcome of head trauma. there are too many details —

something is very, very, very wrong here and dutch might not yet know what, but the surveillance cameras and the general disposition of everyone to not talk about things is putting dutch even more on edge. in the absence of a badge that lets her beat people up for answers, she decides to go to the one place where she can beat people up for fun and money: crossbones boxing.

soon enough, she finds a half-empty ring. ]
Looking for a partner?

[ if you'd like a different starter or to hash out any fake memory deeds, feel free to shoot me a line at [plurk.com profile] abiosis ]
inthewar: (➼ 10)

[personal profile] inthewar 2017-05-04 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are memories that come to him in flashes still too fleeting to parse through and make sense of yet. He's not quite sure he wants them to start making sense because they're fucking terrible. He sees himself watching a car blow up, and he knows there's something wrong, it wasn't supposed to happen like that. He sees himself aiming a weapon at people but his mind can't hold onto the memories long enough to see what comes next.

He has a sinking feeling, though, that he did some terrible shit. Maybe it just got to be too much and he's blocked it out. But this place is fucking weird, too, and he's not sure what to trust or what to think, just hoping to maybe find a familiar face. Or someone who can understand the dark shit passing through his mind.

He finds himself at the gym a few days after the accident, thinking it might be a useful outlet rather than just sitting around with the thoughts he can't make sense of anyway. Hearing a voice call out, he looks over and smiles at her widely, nodding. ]


Oh, yeah. Always for you, honey.

[ His memories have been so fucked the last few days, and there's still this fog when he looks at her. He remembers her, remembers the things they've done together, but there are gaps that shouldn't be there. He doesn't want to freak her out by mentioning that right away, though. ]
Edited 2017-05-04 04:41 (UTC)
avicula: (❚❚ AFFECTION)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-06 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ there are some memories dutch has that don't match others; some of being a killjoy, a mercenary in space, some of doing similar work on this planet, working with the us military. they all feel real, they all feel true, but they can't all be. it doesn't make sense, and space is the more outlandish variant of everything, but — she couldn't possibly have made all of that up. which means that some of the things she remembers doing, she must have actually done.

when it comes to terrible shit, he's not alone. ]


I'll show you honey. [ is dutch's immediate response, out before she realises that she remembers him, that she remembers pushing him down on a bed, that she knows what his lips feel like against her skin. even before those memories, the words have the ring of an old argument, rehashed for the sake of amusement rather than for any real stake in it. ]
inthewar: (➼ 35)

[personal profile] inthewar 2017-05-06 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, he questions himself, wondering if his belief that he's pretty sure he knows her is wrong. Like everything is sideways. But a few seconds after she responds, he gets a flash of them together, his hands and lips working in tandem to heatedly map the curves of her skin.

Oh, yeah. He definitely knows her. Intimately.

He can't explain the fog that comes with that remembering, or the way he hesitated and questioned himself, but he'll chalk it up to the accident for now. Does she remember him, too? ]


Maybe a little more than that.

[ Later, he wants to add. Because that's how this often went, once upon a time between them, with the hint of better things to come. It's a warm-up, and a little bit of bait being thrown out there, wondering how she'll take it, if she'll keep it going. ]
avicula: (❚❚ 039)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-07 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dutch remembers him. she remembers fighting him before and she remembers grappling with him on the floor until she could get on top, pinning his hands. she remembers doing that in a very different context from the boxing ring, too. it's that memory as much as the possibility in his voice that makes her lips pull into a smile, something slow that grows into a promise of sorts. an offer. ]

Depends. Think you can beat me this time?

[ the implication that this will go no further otherwise is an empty threat. ]
inthewar: (➼ 30)

[personal profile] inthewar 2017-05-08 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has similar memories that involve being straddled and held down by her. He doesn't doubt her strength whatsoever, but he's pretty sure that even in the boxing ring, he went down willingly. There's nothing sexier to him than being pinned by a strong woman. He'd like to feel that again, and the heat between them. ]

I always do. One way or another.

[ One way or another may or may not refer to certain techniques he also recalls using on her and other partners...outside of the ring. To great effect. ]

Show me what you've got.
avicula: (❚❚ 034)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-08 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Promises, promises.

[ dutch offers a grin, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. there's no dancing around him first, no hesitation before she throws the first punch, a quick jab aimed at his solar plexus. she'll follow it up with a kick, never one to only use her fists.

fighting calms her; it's a way to get rid of the angry energy inside her. the promise in the air between them is a different kind of energy and one she vastly prefers. ]
shoplifter: (pic#11316551)

[personal profile] shoplifter 2017-05-04 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Laura isn't the partner in question while Dutch is duking it out in the Crossbones Boxing place, but she had come to observe it anyway. She doesn't... really have a memory of learning how to fight, of being a combatant at all, but something about this place draws her in. Makes her feel like, if she were in that ring, she could really let loose and become a fighter. No claws, of course. No claws allowed. Not in school fights, only for self defense.

But sometimes, her claws itch to come out, when things are scary.

Like her waking up in the hospital.

She watches keenly, lips thinned and stare unwavering, as she observes combat in action. She could do that. She could do a lot of things. Mutant, you know. That much she remembers. She's a mutant, and she can hurt people if she's not careful.]
avicula: (❚❚ 030)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-06 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ dutch doesn't like children. she doesn't dislike them, either, or at least she doesn't think that she does. instead, there's just a big question mark where for some people, affection or an instinct to protect might go. she's more likely to ignore a child or to treat it like a smaller adult than anything else, and she' be happy enough to ignore laura now, except —

except the way the kid is studying the fight tugs at some memory inside dutch. there's something about it, curious and evaluative rather than wowed or scared, that makes dutch pause after the match is done, lingering for a moment. ]


You want to have a go?
shoplifter: (pic#11316505)

[personal profile] shoplifter 2017-05-06 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Laura feels... uncertain. Because she could do that. She could do that very well, she's sure of it. But she also fears losing herself, being something of a monster. Mutants are not monsters. They can be whatever they want to be, just like normal people. And yet... And yet she's capable of hurting people just by flexing the ligaments and muscles just right, in her hands. Weapons already pre-packaged in her skin. She doesn't remember much about it; just knows its her.]

... I don't want to hurt anyone too much.

[People who don't deserve it, anyway.

But what if something goes wrong? What if she loses sight of herself?

It's apparently a common thing, losing one's self.]
avicula: (❚❚ 036)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-06 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ when dutch was laura's age, she hadn't been concerned with learning how not to hurt people but with learning how to do it even though she never wanted to. she doesn't remember that yet, but somewhere inside dutch there's the monster that khlyen created, the one that hurts people whether they deserve it or not, that kills without asking questions, and there's little yalena of yardeen who never wanted to hurt anyone. ]

Then you have to stay in control. Pull your punches.

[ control is one thing dutch understands. if she loses herself, she kills. if she doesn't reign in instincts forged in years of training, people end up dead — but her control is good.

control is something that can be learned, too, forged just like a weapon.

if she thinks that laura couldn't hurt her even if she lost control, dutch doesn't let on. ]
shoplifter: (pic#11324651)

[personal profile] shoplifter 2017-05-07 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
Pull your punches.

[She doesn't really punch much, not when she can impale. But she doesn't necessarily think that, lacking in memory. She puts a rather petite hand on the roping around the ring, pulling herself easily up to hang off it a little. Her expression is questioning, considerate.

Something inside her feels like if she fought, something akin to fear-biting would leave her...

Different.]
avicula: (❚❚ 069)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-07 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Figuratively and literally.

[ does laura not know what the expression means? for a moment, dutch thinks of calling this off, whatever it's shaping up to be — but then she remembers that she actually has experience teaching people things. not fighting, usually, but various dances. she can start slow if she has to. ]

Don't put all your strength behind it. Don't use every weapon at your disposal.
shoplifter: (pic#11316480)

[personal profile] shoplifter 2017-05-09 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
[She looks at her hands, just for a moment, and then nods.]

I will. Pull the punches.

[She looks up.]

You learned how? When you were — small?
avicula: (❚❚ PAST)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-09 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I learned later.

[ dutch says, an unthinking and immediate answer that surprises her because she doesn't actually remember learning this. she must have, because she knows it now. she remembers killing people. she hadn't held back then; she hadn't even tried.

her lips press together and she jerks her head to the ring. ]
Let's go a round.
shoplifter: (pic#11316480)

[personal profile] shoplifter 2017-05-09 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[She hesitates -- oh, she hesitates -- but she does finally step in. It's strange to go into something without knowing at all what you know... what you should know, that feels so foreign yet so utterly not. She stands in her little corner, hands loose at her sides. This feels natural. How she'd do it.

She looks up, perhaps seeking instruction. A start.

Her knuckles itch. But there's no danger here. She's not supposed to use them.]

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-05-10 20:10 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] shoplifter - 2017-05-12 09:02 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-05-14 18:02 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] shoplifter - 2017-05-15 19:22 (UTC) - Expand

its all good!!

[personal profile] shoplifter - 2017-05-19 20:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-05-25 19:58 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] shoplifter - 2017-05-25 20:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-05-25 21:02 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] shoplifter - 2017-05-28 05:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-05-28 09:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] shoplifter - 2017-05-30 08:05 (UTC) - Expand
keephimtalking: (irritated)

I. — MAY 3, WEAVER'S (BAR)

[personal profile] keephimtalking 2017-05-07 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ After a good moment of suspicious squinting and awkward silence, Lantar slooowly sets the bottle back on the shelf. He takes his time, straightening it out, making sure the label was facing the front before letting his hand fall back to his side.

There's another good bout of silence after that and then, ]


You must be real drunk if you're starting to hit on me, [ he remarks dryly. ]
Edited 2017-05-07 00:22 (UTC)
avicula: (Default)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-07 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ admittedly, dutch's usual type is more human than lantar looks, but lantar is tall, he's caught dutch's eye and really, she's not chatting him up because she wants to date him. she has nothing quite that long-lived on her mind, really. ]

Oh, must I?

[ she's had enough to drink that she has a low buzz going on, but she's a long way from drunk still. ] Why's that?

[ she's not quite admitting defeat, but there's something by way of retreat in how her body language changes, the question still a challenge but her upper body no longer angled toward lantar. his reaction doesn't exactly say he's into it, after all. ]
keephimtalking: (angry)

[personal profile] keephimtalking 2017-05-08 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, after months of just being plain treated as the local freakshow by nearly all the humans, Lantar's not entirely sure what to make of this- not beyond wanting the floor to swallow him up. He looks a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, the exposed skin on his neck turning bright cobalt blue, frozen to the spot.

He opens and closes his mouth uselessly for a panicked moment before dragging his composure back by the scruff and shoving it under his usual defensive grouchiness. Dutch gets a clawed finger pointed at her, but it's more a shield than actual aggression. ]


I- look. [ Look? Look at what? Where was he going with this? ] If you're trying to ply me for a discount here, it's not gonna work.

[ Yeah, Lantar's never dealt gracefully with genuine flirting. Not on Omega and not in Pines. ]
avicula: (❚❚ AFFECTION)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-08 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dutch has seen the occasional non-human life form, but they're not common in the quad. more usual are those with body mods, sometimes enough so that they seem hardly human at all anymore. by the law of the rac, they're not considered persons, but dutch has always had a broader conception of what makes a person.

this guy is definitely one, and his embarrassment is kind of cute. amusing, too. dutch will take pity on him soon, really, she will. but first, she's got to ask: ]
I'm guessing the blue is your version of a blush?
keephimtalking: (FRICk)

[personal profile] keephimtalking 2017-05-09 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lantar claps his hands over his neck with a poorly stifled noise of distressed indignity. He quickly pulls his scarf up, wrapping it over his crest and hiding the rest of his neck.

Still clutching at the cloth, he turns a look on the human. ]


I'll give you the damn discount if you never tell anyone you saw that. Ever.

[ Yes. Yes that was definitely a blush. ]
avicula: (❚❚ ABLE)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-09 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh. he's not only cute, he's hilarious — unintentionally so, maybe, but dutch doesn't bother trying to hide her grin. ] Deal.

[ after a moment, she adds: ] You realise I never asked for a discount, don't you?
keephimtalking: (Fuck. You.)

[personal profile] keephimtalking 2017-05-10 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ Aaaand that was a squeak. You are killing him, Dutch. Literal murder.

He's also been slowly sinking lower and lower behind the counter the longer this went on, which is a pretty impressive feat when you're as tall as he is. ]


Do you want the drink now or not? [ he grumbles, almost at eye-level. ]
avicula: (❚❚ 060)

[personal profile] avicula 2017-05-10 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ take it from her: this will be the nicest and most pleasant murder she's ever committed. better to die from embarrassment than poison in his cup or a knife in his belly, isn't it? but then, dutch doesn't do those things anymore. she never wants to, again. ]

Oh, yes. [ and after the slightest pause: ] Please. Something with whiskey in it.
keephimtalking: (right)

[personal profile] keephimtalking 2017-05-11 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's... probably not a good idea not to ask Lantar about his preferred method of death, here, gal.

Emerging somewhat from the safety of the countertop, he moves to nab the bottle of whiskey off the shelf. ]


We've got 'Fancy Bean Water', which's got coffee, cream, whiskey and mint in it. Sound good to you or we going more for a custom blend here?

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-05-12 06:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] keephimtalking - 2017-05-17 13:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-05-17 16:04 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] keephimtalking - 2017-05-23 09:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-05-23 20:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] keephimtalking - 2017-06-06 07:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-06-06 20:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] keephimtalking - 2017-06-10 03:02 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-06-10 14:09 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] keephimtalking - 2017-06-13 06:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-06-14 19:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] keephimtalking - 2017-06-18 04:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-06-20 19:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] keephimtalking - 2017-06-26 08:28 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] avicula - 2017-06-27 07:14 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] keephimtalking - 2017-07-07 16:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] motivation - 2017-07-09 08:45 (UTC) - Expand