logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: OCTOBER

INTRO LOG: OCTOBER

characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: october 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. scavenger hunt prizes are awarded. the ferry capsizes in a blaze of glory.
warnings: n/a.

welcome to beacon.

It's dim, and the room won't stop swaying, gently rocking you back and forth. A loud sound startles you fully awake, a deep, moaning call: a foghorn. As your eyes adjust, you note faint red light streaking through the room from a tiny, round window.

You've found yourself in a private room, lying on a bed. The last things you remember are the events that led up to your death. Beside you is a folded tablet and a lantern that glows steadily with a healthy flame.

You're on a ship. And that ship is docking.

Making your way to the deck, and eventually the pier, you find only moonlight to greet you, and a dark forest beyond. There are other people here, each with their own unique lantern, and many of them look just as lost as you are. On the ferry you've just disembarked from, the speaker system begins to play a song.

In the distance, across the waters of the lake, you can see the tall silhouette of a lighthouse, its red light slowly turning.

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Luckily for all the newcomers, the tablet and the town have some resources available for playing catch up! In fact, as soon as they're prompted to enter a network username, an app containing all sorts of useful welcome information will launch. Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records in town hall as well, and everyone's welcome to get in touch with the NPCs through their inboxes.

When the ferry docks, it seems as though you've been spared from any weirdness this month! It's good to have a break now and then, isn't it? And if you participated in the scavenger hunt, you're probably eagerly awaiting your promised prize—

But, ohp, what's that sound? Is that the ferry's engine firing up again? The ship roars to life again as some brave mutineers overthrow its autopilot system. Crowley and the Winter Soldier man the ferry's control room while Aziraphale flits between the cargo hold and the deck, attempting to assuage any accidental kidnapees with reassuring words and cake.

Unfortunately, the joyride is shortlived. Between the ferry's complex control panel and the haphazard attempts to override it, all the group manages to do is send the boat charging full speed ahead—which would be great if it wasn't facing the beach. The ferry jolts forward and careens smack into the dock, tearing down the entire structure and punching a sizeable hole in the ferry's hull.

Well, that could've gone better. But there's no time to dwell on the mistakes of the very recent past! The ferry is sinking, and quickly! Looks like you'll have to scramble if you want to save what's left in the cargo hold before the whole thing goes under... And that's gonna be awfully tricky without a dock.

Oh, and maybe save the new arrivals? Make sure they don't drown? But, then again, if they go down with the ship, they'll just show up again in the church... The same can't be said for the restock for the general store!

As smoke billows from the damaged ferry and the last the harbor disappears into the lake, the Lighthouse Keeper appears on the network with a pretty straightforward question. Also, the ferry's song changes, so. That happens.

ooc.

Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! For this intro log, you are officially without a chaperone. Rastus is back at the bonfire, Will is characteristically elusive, and Robin is, well, you know where she's at. It's up to the veteran residents to fill in the new folks.

And regarding the ferry disaster... Well, you have some options. Here's what you need to know:
This is a player plot organized by MJ, Xy, and Gail! A big thank-you to them for providing us with this intro log event!

Whether or not your character and any packages addressed to them are affected by this plot is up to you! If you would like to assume your character avoids dealing with this chaos and somehow grabs their delivery without issue, go right ahead!

Similarly, if you're looking for an opportunity to make your character's life harder, injury and death are always on the table! Or maybe it's your package that takes the abuse, lost forever to the lake's depths or washing up all waterlogged a week or two down the road. In short: How you engage with this plot is entirely up to you.

What happens to the ferry and the dock? Within a couple of hours, the ferry will sink completely, and anything on board when it goes down is lost forever. Which bodes super well for the ferry, huh? Sure hope the next batch of newcomers has some strong swimmers. Oh, and the dock is gone, too. If you want it back, you'll have to rebuild it.

As for Crowley, Aziraphale, Bucky, and anyone else on the ferry or dock during the collision... Hope you boys like concussions, bruised ribs, and a broken bone or two, because you've got 'em! The exact injuries are up to you, but they're the equivalent of a semi-serious car accident.

One last thing: The fate of the shop restocks, including all of the food for the month, depends on you! Let us know if your character will be participating in the rescue attempt. In exchange for letting us beat up your character, you can save a portion of the month's supplies! We'll let you all know on October 3 what the rations for the rest of the month will look like.

DELIVERIES

The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:

The monthly store restock
For Daylight: A variety of gardening tools piled into a wheelbarrow, as well as packets of seeds for the following plants: Boneset, dogtooth violet, starflower, Carolina springbeauty, pipsissewa, bloodroot, red columbine, narrowleaf blue-eyed grass, harlequin blueflag, and purple pitcherplant; he will also receive a translation for the following: An invitation to join the speaker as company
For Aziraphale: A record player, the complete discographies of a variety of bands (Abba, Rob Zombie, Tool, Hanson, Eiffel 65, and Spice Girls), a two-tiered wedding cake, and packets of seeds for the following plants: Strawberry, cherry tomato, cucumber, blackberry, carrot, potato, raspberry, and pumpkin; he will also receive a familiar copy of a familiar book: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, along with a blue ribbon that reads "BEST IN SHOW"
For Bruce: A handheld metal detector and a rechargeable battery for it, a chisel, a climbing harness (that, according to the packaging, is the #1 Safety Rated!) and a 50 ft. coil of rope
For Cao Pi: A go board
For Rosinante: A sextant, and 3 cartons of cigarettes; he will also receive a translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Danger! Run and hide!"
For Kuai: A basket of 16 mooncakes, as well as incregredients for more
For Javert: 3 pairs of handcuffs, a greatcoat in Javert's size, and a trunk full of swords in varying styles and conditions; he will also receive an electric chainsaw
For Kol: A record player, the complete discographies of a variety of bands (New Kids on the Block, Weird Al Yankovic, Sound Garden, Ke$ha, INXS, and Spinal Tap), a cooler full of blood bags and ice packs, and an assortment of stamps; he will also receive a translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "I'm lost" or "Need directions"
For Elena: A journal; she will also receive a portable generator (powerful enough for a single power tool or small appliance; can be charged through a typical wall outlet)
For Xayah: A thick journal and a glass vial of black ink; she will also receive a sizeable roll of barbed wire, as well as a stuffed animal
For Ignis: A spice restock (with a few new ones mixed in!), 3 paired of leather gloves, and... 12? pairs? of glasses? They're all in slightly different prescriptions, though. A variety pack!; he will also receive a power drill (runs on a rechargeable battery or can be plugged directly into a wall socket)
For Riku: A wood stove, a set of paints, and 5 canvases; he will also receive a translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Looking for water" or "Thirsty"
For Matt: A rosary and a Braille Bible... which is more of a collection of volumes, really; he will also receive a translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Looking for food" or "Hungry"
For Noctis: Two complete sets of the Lord of the Rings series (except, wait a minute... they appear to be the novelizations of the movies); he will also receive an SD card that, when plugged into a tablet, will upload GPS directions to a new location...
For Rosalind: A crate of basic all-purpose lab equipment, a fancy microscope, an emergency eye wash station, a mortar and pestle, a lab coat, a Lite Brite, and... the things she needs to make things float, whatever those are; she will also receive a pair of dousing rods (that will actually point in the direction of water, checkmate atheists)
For Jason: A translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Sympathy" or "I'm sorry"
For Coraline: A translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Teach me"
For Eliot: A bottle of hospital grade painkillers (it contains 10 doses and functions similarly to Vicodin)
For Allie: A bottle of strong antibiotics (it contains 10 doses and can fight off most any infection)
For Vanitas: A portable camping stove (runs on a portable battery or can be plugged directly into a wall socket)
For Hope: A soldering iron (runs on a portable battery or can be plugged directly into a wall socket)
For Quentin: A cannister of foaming bandage (can be used 5 times to immediately close a wound/stop semi-severe bleeding)
For Mary: An SD card that, when plugged into a tablet, will upload GPS directions to a new location...

If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!

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Technically, the Soldier is never off-duty, mostly because it doesn't really know how to be off-duty. It's learning, but that's a slow process.

Right now, it's not sure if that counts as an order or not. "You can have the couch," it offers, looking between the glass and the demon. "I can sleep somewhere else."

The glance he gets back says the Soldier is used to that kind of look and is not intimidated, if possibly instead a bit annoyed. "Except you're pretty much saying it," it says blandly. Noctis is right, anyway. It can't swim with the metal arm dead. It just hopes it can fix it; neither of the people it's designated as technicians are actually, you know, good at tech stuff.

"I remember back when I didn't have to sleep at all," he laments, filling up the other glass as well. "Could just stay up. Only slept when I felt like it. Sometimes slept whole decades away when they were rubbish."

He puts the bottle down and take a drink from his glass.

He pauses and looks back to the human soldier person.

"Go on, you can sit."

You're not fine. And I'd offer you my drink, but I won't torture you.

[He hasn't done anything to her... -yet-, so she won't succumb him to the terrible wine that Invincible serves.]

The guys that did this better fix the Ferry up, or we will get zilch next month.

[And if they don't do it, she'll hunt them down, steal their lanterns and make them do it.]

That's not an order, but... it's permission. And the Soldier is, in fact, actually really tired. It hesitates a moment longer, but then eases onto the chair next to Crowley's. Lifts the mostly-dead metal arm up onto the bartop, to take some of the weight off its back and shoulder. "I didn't sleep for a long time," it offers tentatively. "I just went in and out of cryofreeze. Not the same thing."

"Can't dream in cryofreeze," Crowley says. "And that's the best part of sleeping. Well---" He glances at the human soldier person, remembering his nightmares. "---sometimes."

He takes a drink. He can probably think of a few people in this town who would be better drinking companions than the human soldier person, but at the moment, Crowley can't really see why he'd want to spend time with any of them. For all that the human soldier person has a messed up brain and a short life ahead of him, Crowley has become incredibly, well, fond of him.

"Did you get hurt?" he asks.

"Crowley? Crowley, are you alright? Heavens, what are you doing?" He frowns and wades towards the sound of water splashing around. "Why haven't you left?"

Aziraphale sounds panicked, as he looks around for things that might need salvaging.

[He... kind of has a point there. About the memories. She didn't ask for anything from home, however, only random trinkets she thought she can use.

But again, he spouts some nonsense and she visibly bristles up. Crouching, she grabs the front of his shirt, long nails digging through it for a vice grip, and she pulls him forward again.

Face to face with a glaring, angry Vastayan.]

Listen here, idiot, just because no one speaks of it, it doesn't mean everyone agrees with her. Did you even bother to read about resets, hm? The moment we turn against her, she'll throw a tantrum and delete us.

[She lets go of his shirt, leaving him to fall back against the debris,] I think I told you to stop jumping to conclusions. No one is complacent.

But we have to play the cards we were dealt smartly or we are gone.

"No," he says softly, placing the cake aside for the moment. "Or, at least, I'm hoping we'll be home. This ferry isn't heading that way, and my... my colleagues upstairs are hoping to turn it back, you see, and take you all back to where you belong."

What he hates seeing here, is children. And Eleven is so young, much too young to have died and be sent here.

"Shouldn't be any trouble now, but I-- just wanted to make sure you are all. Calm."

[Crowley doesn't even flinch. He's either very used to frightening people or very stupid.

(Spoiler alert: It's both.)

He drops back onto the debris with as much dignity as someone with a makeshift splint can.]

And how do we do that? Playing her games? Taking a bunch of selfies so she can award us prizes?

We could send a team up there to stop her at any time, but no one ever does. They just want to play nice!

"The arm shorted out," the Soldier says, sounding put upon about it. "Too much water got into the circuits. I have to try and fix it later." It looks down at the glass of alcohol almost morosely. "I don't think Aziraphale is that kind of technician."

At least it still has one usable hand, so it downs half the glass in one gulp. Feels familiar. (Well, sure, who doesn't like a good drink.)

Crowley holds up his lantern, trying to get better light. He can't see anything, but he can hear the creaking of the ferry as it struggles to hold itself together.

"I'm looking for you, you idiot! This thing is sinking, we have to get off!"

"Oh-- yes, yes I think so-- are you sure you don't need help? I'm a very good swimmer." Even with a broken arm? Maybe not, he doesn't know, he's never had an arm stay broken before. It's always just, healed.

He's very concerned about this.

"I'm so-- I'm so sorry," he murmurs, and keeps murmuring every time he runs out of something to say, as if his voice might fall off and die if he didn't constantly have something coming out of it.

"I'm coming with you, there might be someone still there, we can't leave anyone behind!"

"He's an angel, not a technician," Crowley says. He pauses, holding his glass up to his lips. "Metaphorically speaking."

He puts the glass down and glances at the arm.

"I could try to...?" He holds his hand up, waving his fingers.

Are you purposely that dense?

[She is seriously refraining from raising her voice. The planks creak beneath her feet as she moves to sit down, giving him a serious look.]

They did go. That's why resets happened! [He seriously didn't read any info, did he?!]

And few months ago, people died, trying to just connect her to the network.

If someone even dares put a toe past the fence, the spirits will devour them. She can control them, 90% of the time, and all of them seem intent on protecting the Lighthouse.

She's sketchy, young and prone to acting on impulse. The more you go against her, the worse it will be for you. For everyone here.

[Crowley doesn't read.]

So we just go along with it, until what? Until she grows up and gets bored with us? Until she decides she wants a new group of playthings to torment?

I'm not doing it. I won't be someone's toy. And everyone should want to resist it, too. But there isn't even one resistance band in this whole fucking community---believe me, I looked.

"What? You're also injured--" Without even asking, he reaches over to brush a lock of hair behind her ear to assess the damage to her head. He will try to cast a healing miracle to help her heal in half the normal time but he is extremely distracted at the moment.

"--Are you a doctor?" he asks, as he looks around as if one might show up out of nowhere to come whisk her away for proper attending now that his powers aren't quite as powerful as they used to be.

It makes a wriggle of pain worm its way into his heart, and he tries to quash it down in order to move on for the moment.

[If only Crowley bothered to read.]

You didn't look hard enough.

[She comes even closer to speak in silent voice-]

There are people that distrust her. Check the network posts from few months ago. When the spirits attacked us, when she got connected to us.

[She was sure she saw at least one person openly distrusting her. And then there's her too. But she won't openly admit that, of course.]

And stop being selfish! Don't you have anyone you care about here?

Oh, I'm sure there are people who distrust her. But who is willing to band against her with some sort of a plan?

Who is willing to fuck up for the chance to live free?

[Crowley is. Of course, he's willing to fuck up for quite a few things. He often does fuck up for many other reasons, as well.

He doesn't respond to the question about having anyone he cares about. He knows Aziraphale was hurt in this trek.]

"Yes, I'm trying! I'm following your voice, it's impossible to see down here and I--" splashing around "--have to keep my lantern above water, just go! I'll follow you up!" he yells back.

"No, I'm not leaving you!"

There's a sickening crack as the ferry breaks again, and a beam falls from the ceiling. Crowley doesn't see it coming, but he feels it when it hits, and he goes falling backwards into the water, letting out a loud howl of pain. His lantern lands on top of the beam, just above the rising water.

"Fuck!"

We can't do that! [She warns him. Again.] Any banding up and attempts at taking her life will kill us all off.

And she doesn't care- she won't make a difference or cherry-pick people to spare them.

I, for one, don't want to be erased.

[She doesn't want people to forget her. Besides, she has to meet Rakan again, right? So she cannot gamble her soul like this. Not when the risk is so high and the reward might not even exist.

She does note his silence on the question, so she takes it as a yes, but doesn't comment on it.]

"Crowley!" Aziraphale screams, as he hears the crack. He tries to run forth, but treading through water is tough, and he doesn't make it. He does finally see the dot of light peeking over the beam.

"Crowley, oh, are you alright?"

He reaches for the beam, unable to see Crowley's state, and pulls.

"I am fine--" But he's suddenly busy healing her and she is amazed to find another healer here. Amazed, and flattered all wrapped into one. The fact that he cares enough warms her heart, but then it also brings her back to the fact that he's injured too and she should do something about that.

"No... I have magic, though. I am an Oracle," she states before returning the favor. She places her hands on the poor man's cheeks, presses her forehead to his and closes her eyes. "Blessed stars of life and light..." A warm glow emits from her palms as she tries her hardest to heal him as well.

She pulls away and frowns. "Ever since I arrived here, my magic has not been the same... but I hope that will help, in any case. Are you in much pain?"

[Crowley struggles to get to his feet. He takes a tentative step on the splinted leg and winces.]

Then I guess you'll stay here forever.

Not me.

Which I guess puts us on opposite sides, if you're going to try to stop me.

[The look he gives her certainly isn't unkind.]

Thanks for the splint.

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