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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Handler Misty, Inspector Javert. At the time, Crowley. He isn't anymore. Apparently we both feel that we made mistakes.

( he already told her to leave it, beyond that... well, he supposes Elektra will do what she wants to do. they do tend to butt heads most when what she wants doesn't line up with what he wants, and they always have. in the end it's not really a battle he's got the energy to undertake, especially when it seems so pointless.

a break. he hadn't exactly stopped because he thought he needed a break, his body just decided it for him. he's bone tired, sore, and the adrenaline has crashed enough that it's getting harder and harder to ignore it. Matt's honestly not sure how he's going to get up at this point. he probably doesn't have much in him to keep going, though he'd push if he had to. as it is... )

No point. Everything left isn't going to be salvageable. ( spoken with certainty, because he is fairly certain. he could tell the lost causes as he fished through the water. anything he can reach is already to waterlogged to be saved; the rest has sunk too far to recover. )

So Crowley was the one that told you to take the ferry?

Poor Aziraphale. She hopes that, after all of this is over and the dust has settled, they are able to sit down over tea and talk about their respective worlds and about this one. There's something about him that seems like he could be a kindred spirit of sorts, honestly.

"Thank you! It has been in my family for... two thousand years, like the flowers. It was a gift from the Gods and has been handed down from Oracle to Oracle, from the first to the last," the last being her, unfortunately. "Though our Kings are able to access and wield it as well."

She's only seen Noctis use it once, but boy had he used it. That question has her shaking her head, though. "I'm afraid not, though I wish I could. It would come in handy, especially now."

It was my idea.

[Protecting Crowley a little bit. But still guilty-feeling.]

I... [ Okay, that's... that's really funny, and she can't help the soft snrrrrk that she lets out. ]

...The Mighty Nein? Were there nine of you?

Nuh uh you said it was orders!! Was it free will or not, buster?

"So you chose voluntarily to follow his orders? I'm not sure I understand your system here," he says with a frown. He'd meant to know more about Crowley, but understanding Soldat is important too, obviously - and he sure is an odd one, so he'll follow this wherever it goes.

[Fine.]

It was my idea. His plan to follow through with it

It's okay, Rosinante, the Soldier doesn't always understand it, either. When it's as much defense mechanism as actual training, these days, and some small bits of that training are slowly starting to unravel... things aren't always the clearest. "The Asset requires handlers for instructions. Crowley was the first when we arrived here." It shifts from foot to foot, words getting choppier. "Right place, right time-- gave instructions, gave a mission. It was. Programming. Handlers give instructions, and I was freaking the fuck out. So I needed them."

It twitches its head sideways with a frown, then finishes, "Crowley has been very bad at instructions since then, and there are other handlers. So it was. Acceptable for him to choose to stop. I could accept it."

🙄🙄🙄 Whatever! UGHHHHHH all of you are such idiots holy COW!!

You want to know how to fix this?? Rebuild the docks!!!! And then figure out what to do about the World Eaters so we can all get on with our lives!!

Deaths!!!

You know what I mean!!!!!!! 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

[Why is the chatty guy laughing in the back of its brain?]

Okay

[Is it weird that it was actually hoping for some form of imposed punishment? It's probably weird.]

I will help with rebuilding the docks. I think I know a little about building things

/SIGHS

OK. Thanks.

Look, I appreciate the spirit? Trying stuff, taking risks - that's the kind of thing that's gonna fix things around here. Just, you gotta be smart about it!!!

Obviously I'm not very smart, as evidenced by all this

[There's a pause, as it squints at its own text. (You? No way, pal. That was all you. Huh. Okay.) Then it finishes:]

But I will try to be better

That's a good point, and honestly Prompto doesn't even know anyone in the immediate area besides Ignis, he was just there and didn't want to stand awkwardly on the sidelines when he could be making some effort to help.

He honestly didn't even know he had a bruise on his forehead--it'd make sense since he's hit his head at least once since he got here and lost count how many times in the recent past, either in the MT facility or in Zegnautus. It must have been recent, since it's tender enough that Ignis' fingers brushing against it makes him wince and take a step back.

"Ow...yeah, probably," he agrees, lightly brushing Ignis' hand away. The man's definitely seeing and Prompto's having a hard time processing that. "Hey, you...you can see, right? I mean, sorry if that's a weird question, but...."

[It could be freckles on his nose, but in the mostly darkness, Bruce is most likely seeing a slightly healed cut. Prompto does have a lot of freckles, though.]

I can swim well enough. Not going to be winning any competitions anytime soon, but I think I can keep myself and maybe some smaller people above water for a bit.

[One of the life preservers is nearby--or what he thinks is a life preserver; it's round and floating--and he waits a few seconds for it to float close enough to grab with one hand.]

Right... he's injured. All Ignis can do right now is just stare at him and wonder how did he come back. Was he revived at the church? But- he'd come back to the house where they all live and wouldn't be on the Ferry with new arrivals. Nothing makes sense and Ignis can't put it into words- he doesn't want overload Prompto with new information so suddenly (especially the "you were already here" stuff).

"Yes... yes, I can see. I see you," Ignis nods, his eyes critically scanning all the cuts and bruises and Prompto's general state. No earth from being buried, or broken bones. Just wet clothes from being in the lake...

Prompto may have taken a step back, but Ignis steps forward again and wraps both of his hands around blond's shoulders, pulling him in a tight hug. He doesn't say anything and it will probably freak out Prompto but he just couldn't help himself.

I know it is for building, but I am not a builder.

I am sure that people that will be stuck on repairing the dock will be ecstatic to have a power drill.

MAN cut it out with the self deprecating schtick, it's making me feel bad for yelling at you. :/ Which I shouldn't because you deserved it!

So good! Be better!

Bye!

[There's a long pause before the message:]

I was trying to make a joke.

[Exhibiting a sense of humor is hard. Doing so via text must be harder.]

Oh.

Well STILL!! Stop making me feel bad!

But it's fine we're even just help with the docks!!!

Yes ma'am

[And now it'll finally leave her alone. That went... better than it had anticipated, really.]

Well unless that's the norm for you, gonna have to agree with that.

[ Nyx takes care in keeping his lantern close and, with his clothing tattered and torn in certain spots, he grips tightly at a piece hanging off and tears it with a loud rip. ]

Not much of a healer myself and fresh out of bandages, so this'll have to do.

[ He offers his hand to the man, palm up, the soaked clothing torn from his uniform hel in his other hand. ]

If you'll let me?

"Yeah, well. My room my rules and I say you eat." So it was a weak argument in the grand scheme of things but it doesn't stop her from dragging a tin from the cupboard, the brunette pointedly ignoring what she assumes is a disapproving glare (she's noticed he's good at those.)

"Doesn't do anyone any good if you martyr yourself." And he was crazy if he thought she'd allow the kids to go hungry. Well. If she allowed Mary or Hope to, not that she'd admit as much.

"Besides. I don't know if you can really called sloppy joes in a can food." Not that she wasn't capable of cooking something decent, but between her shoulder and her wrist ~~that she had failed to mention to him~~ she wasn't about to try and be fancy.

[ she nods. she'd stopped for a similar reason (well, that and she'd seen him at the shore), and maybe she could keep going, but the way that her ribs keep flaring up in pain tell her that that would be a very bad idea. she stands, a bit of a slower process than normal, and pauses for a minute once she's upright, letting her painful, exhausted form adjust to the new position before extending a hand to him. ]

Let's see if we can get you something for your shoulder, then.

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