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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-01-31 07:12 pm

( february intro ) WELCOME TO THE 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, taking your vitals and asking your name and anything else you might remember. 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... 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.

Mingle, visit your fellow patients, even poke around for a few basic answers. Or maybe, maybe just stroll right on out the front door.


heading outside

Outside, the birds sing a joyful song, and though the air is awfully crisp to be wandering around in your hospital gown, 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 town of Wayward Pines, though that might be in part because of the glare off the scattered patches of snow along the sides of the street.

Trees line the street at regular intervals, carefully manicured. 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. 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."), plus the address that it belongs to. You could check it out, see what kind of digs they're putting you up in.

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...


( ooc notes )

Welcome to the first newbie mingle log! We apologize for the minor delay.

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.

Any questions about the log or its contents can be addressed to our FAQ or the intro log's designated Plurk.
unforgivably: (that bastard ] realization)

Damon Salvatore l OTA

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-01 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
waking up, in room ]

[ Vampires tend to jolt upright, regaining consciousness being a sudden action. The grogginess is unwelcome and unfamiliar to Damon, as are the brief aches from blunt forced trauma he's told he endured. When he comes to, all at once he has two thoughts - where is he and where is his brother. Throwing the blanket aside, he seethes when his arm passes a beam of light, leaving remnants of the momentary sizzling in the air. Immediately knowing what this means, he brings his left hand up. His middle finger bare, he gives a quick look around, but before he can do anything he's accosted by nurses and, maybe a doctor. He's weaker, probably from whatever accident had occurred, and maybe that's why he doesn't send the nice orderly flying. Playing along, he takes snippets and files them away.

He's in a place called Wayward Pines, and he needs to make a recovery. Or, he will.

The doctor tries to check his pulse and his wrist passes another beam of life. Damon flinches, yanking his arm back. The doctors converse and as fast as they swarmed on him, they're gone again.

Two things now are on Damon's mind: finding his brother and finding his daylight ring he knows he needs.

He pulls all the wires and the IV that's in him out, tossing them to the ground. Sliding out of bed without hitting the beam of light streaming through his window is a task, but he manages it. Now if only he weren't stuck behind it. ]


hospital hallway ]

[ When the angle of the sun becomes more forgiving, Damon doesn't hesitate to storm right up to the abandoned nurses' station. ]

Hello. [ He calls out, looking around himself. A nurse catches him, intercepting as he rounds the desk. ] Discharged or not, you can't keep a man's personal belongings from him. They aren't in my room. [ begins to scold him, trying to usher him away, but she listens to an inaudible page and she's off again. ] Hey. Personal effects. Effects that remain on someone's person!

[ Eyes narrowing, he rounds the nurse's station to find any information he can, like his chart, or where things are kept after they're cut off of someone. Because, logically, he's in a gown, his clothing must be in shreds. The first thing be notices is the computer. The manila envelopes. The familiarity of the decor and taking in the machines that had been plugged into him. Ransacking the desk completely, he tries to find evidence of the date. If the year is 1994 he is going to flip his shit.

More than he already has. ]


heading outside ]

[ It's not until night that Damon even makes it outside, and screw anyone who thinks he'll be found bare ass naked in a hospital gown. No, no, he'll be clothed by then, wearing all black. He finds himself down Main St, the lights of the closed shop garnering his interest. Damon's always been a curious one, but something else fuels his curiosity and sheer not having any of this shit stuck in the dark bull.

One storefront gives him pause.

Lagomarchino's, the confectionary and deli, seems to speak to Damon's Italian roots. It's as if, in looking at the menu provided, he can taste some of their sandwich selection. It's on the tip of his tongue even. Inexplicably, it feels like he's been here, mostly for lunch and in passing for a mid-day/late-afternoon snack. None of this tracks. Damon knows five things. One and two, he's a vampire without a daylight ring. Three, if it comes down to it and he needs to drink from the vein (from someone), he knows better than to let them go without erasing their memory. His brother Stefan, also a vampire, is here. And, he spent a significant amount of time in a town like this one, reliving the same damn day in 1994. And maybe that's what's making everything so familiar, just that experience. ]
oncekind: (concern)

in room

[personal profile] oncekind 2017-02-02 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jiaying is exploring the hospital, curious to see what exactly is keeping the hospital staff so busy. She walks along demurely despite the hospital gown though no one seems interested in stopping her. She casually looks into Damon's room and is surprised to see him up and about as well]

Are you all right?

[It seems right to help. After all, the staff certainly aren't]
unforgivably: (let me tell you how this won't work)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hears her footsteps first. He hear everyone's first, but since the doctors and nurses left him, they haven't returned. He waits to see if this is another rushed orderly, but this woman stops at his door and asks something without urgency. While not any more relaxed, she's an improvement. ]

I was told I was in a car accident I don't remember. Which, is not surprising, because I don't seem to remember anything. [ More, what he is, than who. ]As far as amnesia goes, I gotta say, not a fan. I could use my brother's name, I guess. Stefan. [ His eyes go wide as his hands come up. And, then he gets an idea.

Two, really. But, luckily, one oversteps the other, and the urge to find answers is greater than his urge to feed. ]


Do you mind pulling the shades? I'm still sore from that phantom accident everyone's convinced nearly killed me. I'd really appreciate it.
oncekind: (care)

[personal profile] oncekind 2017-02-03 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods in understanding] I don't remember much either. [a worried bite of her lower lip] Not my name. Not where my husband is or my baby daughter. [at that her expression turns pained. What mother would be happy about being separated with their child?]

[But she shakes herself out of it at his request which, while odd, is not much of a hardship. The pain in her back and neck protests as she steps towards the shades. One hand pinning her gown closed at the back while the other hand draws the shades down]

Is this better?
unforgivably: (that could be argued either way)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
But, you have a husband and a baby daughter. [ And a beat. ] And I have a brother. Named Stefan. I couldn't tell you my name, but them's the brakes.

[ damon glances away, having no reason to need to sneak a peek. the light disappears and he smiles in response, slowly rounding the bed now that he can, remembering his fake story. ]

Much. I don't like the bright. I'd introduce myself [ but, the aforementioned amnesia. ] The doctors throw around the words blunt and force? Extra points if they said the word, "trauma."
oncekind: (care)

[personal profile] oncekind 2017-02-03 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
[she laughs once.] Yes, I do think they told me the same. Which is why I've decided to search for the answers for myself. [Nevermind the bandaid on a couple of the scars criss crossing her face and the bandages around her arms. And possibly a few more around her neck and torso.]

It's strange. I don't remember being in a vehicle. Do you?
unforgivably: (that could be argued either way)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ he keeps track of that, and the lack of bandages or evident wounds on his person. but, maybe his injuries could be internal. aches were followed by pains. that sounds right. ]

All I remember is waking up here in that bed. Oh, and meeting you. [ so isn't that fun. ] So, I am a fountain of information.

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pungi: (70)

hospital hallway

[personal profile] pungi 2017-02-03 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Ellie watches from where she stands in the doorway of her room, frowning. She's already had her own conversation of... raised tones with one of the nurses herself, so she's definitely not here to judge. And when she sees the stranger go around the nurses desk to check things out, her curiosity gets the better of her.]

Any answers back there?
unforgivably: (maybe)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks up. She must've been quiet as a mouse, because he hadn't heard her. As he opens drawers, and opens files, he speaks. ]

Other than a clue to our when, [ thanks to some of the 90's hospital tech, not the computer in front of him, and not as much where or why ] not yet. [ He finds the organizer for admitted patients, pulling a few out. ] Wait a second, all recently admitted [ he flips through. ] by room. Any chance you have the wonderful pleasure of not knowing who you are?
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pungi: (41)

[personal profile] pungi 2017-02-04 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ellie is pretty good at sneaking about places, even if she isn't entirely aware of it right now.]

Yeah. [She frowns. Her best friend, her mother's knife, the scar on her arm... they all come to her mind. But something as simple as her own name? Nothing.] Not much of who I am anyway. They... the nurses, they said something about an accident? No mention of that I guess?
unforgivably: (oh well if that's what they're saying)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-04 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Only mention of that. Cuts. Abrasions. Bruises. [ He opens a second file. ] You didn't happen to catch your room number, did you?
pungi: (27)

[personal profile] pungi 2017-02-05 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, that's not new information. [She frowns, rubbing a bruise on her shoulder absentmindedly.] Uh, 117, I think? Does it - have a name?
unforgivably: (dear diary... fixing my hero hair)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-06 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Flip, flip, flip. ] Ellie. [ His lips purse, handing her the file should she want it. ]

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singly: (pretty ✼ much)

lagomarchino's

[personal profile] singly 2017-02-03 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Looks closed. [ Oh did you wish to be left alone to ponder the greater meanings and wonderings of the sandwiches you may or may not have eaten in times of yesteryear, Damon? Malia's giving a small smile over, eyeing the store again, taking in its apparent specialties.

She's been on her feet long enough to have gone to check out that house that's 'hers' to be 'comfortable' in. She took a shower, far neater than she's been the rest of the day and threw back on the only clothes that she has. An over-sized plaid button-up shirt and denim shorts. A nap might have been wise, especially for someone with apparent trauma of the head, but she can't rest. She goes back out, tossing her boots on too, gravitating toward Main Street, thinking that that's where she might see other people (peeking around houses would've been super creepy.)

She's walking down the sidewalk when she spots a guy in all black. Should that remind her of someone? No? She moves up to him, not trying to be quiet, and that's when she immediately spoke. Then, goes on, tone lighter than she feels. ]


You been here before? [ A nod at the store. She wants to know how many other people feel as disconnected from the town as she does. ]
unforgivably: (you could go with that)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
It is closed.

[ he's still mustering up, or attempting to, anyway, a thought.

malia is the first person he didn't hear approach. she's light on her feet. he doesn't like missing someone's approach, but he's been joined, which means more forced conversation. then again, every conversation has led to some answers. not that this person seems to know him. he nods out of reflex. his brow furrows, moving to look at her now in her shirts and flannel, flannel that resembles the one he'd stolen earlier. what he's wearing now looks better, that's for sure. ]


With my brother. For lunch. It has good sandwiches. [ how does he know this, beats him. ] My memories seem to have reached the picking and choosing part of their day, preferring the more - mundane. [ but real answers, other family, friends - if people know he's a vampire. ] But, why would they give me anything to actually go on.

[ what would that be like ]

Then again, you're taking the word of a guy who can't remember anything. Else.
singly: (hell no ✼)

[personal profile] singly 2017-02-03 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh.

[ She mindlessly sways a teeny bit, crossing her hands over each other in front of herself, arms relaxed. If she'd known him, the answer back would've been a mocking duh -- that's what she meant. Yet alas, she musters some grace in talking to a stranger who she may be able to garner helpful information from.

She keeps a comfortable distance away, a choice made for her own comfort, even as she started to mirror how he was looking inside. There's a look of mystery to this guy that temporarily overshadows the weirdness of the situation she's (they're both?) in. Until her attention's stolen away by him speaking again.

Oh. Her lips go flat, lower lip protruding out before she cuts off an interruption. Family. Slowly nodding at the sandwich comment, her brows lift as she looks over to him, appreciation holding in her eyes at hearing him be so open. Some people would shut down and be scared, weepy, or whatever. She doesn't have time for that. ]


They have good sundaes. [...her face twists in displeasure. Ew, what. But, she realizes, the shop...does. She sighs, turning to face him completely. ] Your brother is here too? Have you seen him or do you just remember that he exists? [ Not a weird question at all. ] And, I can't remember anything that's important, either. It's pissing me off. [ As per grinding teeth. The Malia attempting to smile train has left its station in favor of her more sincere emotions. ]
unforgivably: (well yeah that makes sense)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
And floats. [ seriously. he must go here... ] He's real. He was also in an accident. Maybe, we were in the accident together. [ not that he knows. he keeps back that he knows something very important to him, several something's, but nothing past that. ] His name's Stefan, does that ring any bells? [ maybe it will? but she's a kid? ]

Blunt forced trauma. [ he starts, or that's what they say. ] You too?
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singly: (stares ✼)

[personal profile] singly 2017-02-03 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Never had one. Just a sundae. [ A single sundae? Malia. She's outwardly distraught that a memory keeps trying to wiggle its way in, head shaking it off. She listens, intent on picking up on all the details. A quick nod at the mention of accidents. Her head starts to give an exceedingly slow shake as she works to see if she can place the name. ] No. It doesn't. I...can't remember anyone's name I know. Someone had to tell me mine. [ Embarrassing. ] What's yours? [ also, hey, she's an adult!

She nods firmly. ]
Right. But I would remember if that happened. Wouldn't you? I woke up fine. Mostly. I couldn't have been in an accident. [ Being confused doesn't fully equate to having gone through an accident. ] What the hell is with this place and accidents? It's...weird.
unforgivably: (huh how about that)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Damon. I learned mine from my file. [ he's smart, he's in the hospital, admittance means you get a chart. ] You?

[ you're a child until proven otherwise. ] Maybe we hit each other. [ he's only half joking. ] Were you released into parental custody? [ seriously. child. ]

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ratkingcole: art by me (03. Not buyin' it)

[personal profile] ratkingcole 2017-02-03 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
They closed like an hour ago. You shoulda stopped by earlier.

[Guess where Corstine ate today? One of the many benefits of being able to walk about in the daylight. Damon should try it sometime.

She looks over the other guy with her non-blind eye, looking for the tell-tale scratches and bruises that half the people she's met today have had.
]

So what's your deal?
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unforgivably: (or you could do what i say. easy right?)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
I was otherwise engaged.

[ His smile isn't friendly. His hunger comes from a memory forming, not the need to eat, but, he gives this girl his attention now. Because he's a popular guy. Or, this is a popular eatery. Or, maybe he sticks out like a sore thumb. He is the best dressed person he's seen all day. ]

You first. You lose your eye in this idyllic town, or in some freak accident we were all in? [ A quick glance up to a nearby camera with a smile before looking back down. ] Really bad luck all around here.
ratkingcole: art by picature.tumblr.com (01. Aw c'mon)

CW: Eye stuff

[personal profile] ratkingcole 2017-02-03 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Lose my eye? What?

[Guess what she doesn't remember? Whatever the fuck happened her eye, that's what. Damon is literally the first person to mention it to her at all.

She reaches up and touches her face, gingerly placing a finger over her blackened eye. She can feel it, soft and round - it's a real eyeball, as it turns out. It's just blinded and meticulously tattooed black, in what must have been an extremely unpleasant process.
]

I mean, it's still there - I just cant see out of it. Why, does it look weird? [ And then her finger brushes a bit upward, and she notices something else. ] ...holy shit, am I missing an eyebrow?

[ She is. It appears to have been... burned off? Above her blind eye? And in its place, is one of her facial tattoos.]
unforgivably: (now why would you go and ruin it)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ this is a personal process damon doesn't feel like being a part of. he takes a long breath, half rolling his eyes, both of his eyes, the narration must mention. ]

Should I leave you alone or...

[ damon may only know where he is, that he has a brother and he's a vampire, but this cannot be his life. or anyone's in wayward pines. ]

Yes. Is all memory selective in this town?
ratkingcole: art by yinza.tumblr.com (08. Can't believe this shit)

[personal profile] ratkingcole 2017-02-03 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[That question seems to snap her out of it a little bit - although her left hand still lingers on her face, as if she's somehow got a chance of finding her missing eyebrow.]

Fuck if I know, I don't remember shit about this place.

[She doesn't even remember her own facial features, apparently.]

Why, are you forgettin' stuff too?
unforgivably: (i want to outsmart her too)

[personal profile] unforgivably 2017-02-03 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Try everything. We're not the only ones. But, I wouldn't be surprised if what you have going on scared everyone off from telling you their own sob stories.

[ yeah, he's just not here for this. he's learned some things today. ]

Short story's, a bunch of us woke up in the hospital. Everyone crashed in a car. Big coincidence. Most people don't even remember their names.

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