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.

•••

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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_{[The mumbled remark (and the labored breathing underscoring it) doesn't escape his notice with the gift sharpening his senses to a fine point. He finds it strangely amusing for a passing half second, coming from someone who bears some resemblance to an Azrian in his dress and hair. Where he comes from, plenty of others would've watched him drown and mocked him on the way down--this is already rather sugared by their standards.

Assured his lantern is still whole and well in his hold--if faint--he turns his black-eyed focus on the other, feet spreading unconsciously to hold his balance as another jolt rattles the deck.]}

You believe in souls? Think of it like you're holding yours in a glass.

_{[Some are content being dead. Some aren't. If the man's at all part of the latter camp, he'll have to find a way. Sugarcoating may go down smoother, but the unflinching facts pair better in a situation that has a high chance of death.

Only now does he pay mind to Nyx's condition, coming around to peer at him more closely. Are those... burns? He's still studying what's visible as he holds out his hand in offer to pull the other upright.]}

I'm not leaving until I get the supplies off.

_{[... That is to say, he could get the man to shore, but not before his primary reason for climbing onboard the shipwreck in the first place.]}

[ This earns Jason a wry grin, Eleven's lips just quirking in amusement as her nose wrinkles. She still feels drained and exhausted, and anyone would be well aware that shock will eventually catch up with her - but for now, she can think about doing something good with her powers.

Dare she say... something fun? ]

You're in.

[ It's "you're on", Eleven, but close enough. ]

[ Kettara gives him a long, suspicious look. The lack of reaction to the color of her eyes and skin is — strange. It would have been understandable when he was in pain, but the worst of that should have faded by now. ]

If we can be hurt here, we can likely be killed. I do not want to die again. There's no point in it.

[ Eleven almost seemsa little surprised, but very pleased. It seems she managed to find the right angle.

Someone capable of deeper self reflection might be aware that there's an element of kindred spirits or at least projection thereof here, that Eleven is trying to do for Mary what so many others have done for her. But as is, Eleven is merely quiely pleased. ]

Yes, I agree. It's a plan, then. Do you want to... shake about it? That's how you make an... agreement.

[ She holds out her hand in offer. ]

[ She takes a deep breath, steels herself.

Eleven can't swim, and later during the events of this arrival, she will regret her choice and need saving. But now... it's not a challenge, it's a choice offered to her, and for a girl like her it's like a dare to other children. She leaps at the chance to make it, squares her shoulders and nods - more to reaffirm the choice with herself than with him. ]

Yes. I'll help you.

[ Something in her demeanor changes, then, very subtly. Turns the troubled soul back into a child. And with that she seems...

Shy.

She's shy with Peter, then. ]

Friends... call me El.

[ Not a statement. An offer. It means something. ]

Mike suggested... El. I tried Jane, but... El.

[ Eleven swallows a little, but then nods, to herself and to him. ]

I'm El. Also, yes. I'm hungry.

[ Eleven seems to ponder something as they enter, and for a moment doesn't look like she even heard them. Finally, her nose wrinkles a little, and she gives him a look that only teenagers can give others people. ]

We're not... sweating. It's too cold.

[ Then she gets on her tip toes, follows his gesture with her eyes and nods. ]

I learned how to... choose what I like.

[ She's clearly very good at fashion. For a specific time period. Maybe.

Or not.

She does end up with only marginally oversized things that only make her drown in the fabric a little. There's also a bit of a floppy hat.

And maybe a belt or two more than necessary.

But you know what? She looks tired, still... but also happy.]

Edited 2019-10-16 20:22 (UTC)

[ Eleven's eyes narrow, more in thought than in suspicion. In the end she steadies herself on the offered arm, but doesn't lean into it. Decidedly stays close enough that she could if necessary, though. ]

I'm Eleven.

[ She holds his gaze.

There's something dark and searching in hers. Something that marks her a child that wants to trust. Something else that marks her someone who will not take kindle to being betrayed. ]

Friends don't lie.

[ Eleven offers him that truth she's learned and taken as gospel. Almost challenges him with it. But there's an olive branched wrapped within that - because friends don't lie. ]

Bruce.

I'm sure I'll hear you coming.

[If nothing else there's a comfort to be found in that. Bruce has made two trips back and forth from the shores already, with several more to go for all of the crates that have managed to be salvaged. But the picture that had come along offered reassurance of a different kind- Daylight doesn't seem like someone he could accidentally miss. Even if he wasn't wearing a kind of homing device.

Besides, maybe in passing there will be less of a crowd- fewer curious eyes.

And true to form Bruce does hear him before he sees him. An unfortunate, unending beeping sound gradually making its way up the slope.]

[If he were someone else the answer would be different. A person like Alfred, or Jim Gordon might say you don't have to, and that's a very considerate sentiment but Bruce has never found it to be true. Nothing good came from his inability to keep himself safe. He can't rely on others to do that for him forever. The person he was, when he was younger and his idea of Gotham was less distinct- that Bruce might have said I'll protect you too. But Selina has told him over and over again not to make promises.

He's found that the world itself never cared very much about who was a child and who wasn't. Things that were given and taken weren't fair. Wanting to keep someone safe was never enough to make them safe. So when Eleven looks at him and then looks to the road ahead, he understands that what she's telling him is that she's strong, and that she's willing to do what she can, what she has to, if someone needs help. And instead of gently dismissing it or politely placating her, Bruce looks at her from beneath the cloak of her earnestness and says-] Thank you.

[They don't stop until they've reached the square, where the bonfire throws enough light across the space that it washes over faces and buildings and side streets. It's comforting the way that all nightlights are, but Bruce doesn't draw very close. He goes out of his way to avoid coming here when he can.

He sets the crate down instead, near a pile of others, and feels the tight ache in his shoulders, the first signs of cramping in his hands. He's felt it before. There are many more crates to gather, so he's sure he'll feel it again. But instead of wandering away or even taking a moment to stretch- Bruce visibly pauses. He looks at Eleven and her lantern- and then he reaches for his waist. There's a length of rope he's kept tied here, near his belt, and he pulls the knot apart until it comes free- then looks to her lantern again. He makes a point of not reaching for it.]

May I?

[Changing the subject might be the only way to disentangle himself from the association, and Bruce has been careful about the way he frames himself while he's been here. To be perceived with less scrutiny. The last thing he wants is to start a dialogue about personal abilities. He suspects that Ambrose is very good at getting people to talk about themselves.

He lifts his other hand instead, wiggling the fingers demonstratively.]

Well I wouldn't have two hooks! Though I suppose I'd have to become ambidextrous.

Maybe it's too much work after all.

[Eleven's eyebrows draw together as she tries to puzzle out what he wishes to do, brown eyes tracking from the rope to her lantern, than back to him. She doesn't seem to get it. It almost frustrates her - she doesn't enjoy not grasping something, though that in itself doesn't irk her temper. So far, she thinks she can trust Bruce to explain his intentions.

The bigger question is whether or not she can trust Bruce, full stop.

It's a measure of her strength, her willingness to open herself to strangers. She doesn't need to trust him to weigh whether or not she can overpower him should he do something with i. She doesn't need to know him to choose whether she can trust him with her life. Eleven's had to trust people based on much less than their interactions so far.

So she keeps an open mind, her face curious rather than suspicious. Doesn't give permission, but reaches for the lantern... and holds it out to him.

Careful, hand on it. Face open. Eyes wary.]

Why?

I could probably create you some sort of magical appendage. I don't know if it would work well or if it would be particularly attractive but I bet I could get something going on.

( just say no to that idea, bruce. )

Or we could just go with you not losing any limbs at all. That might be the best bet.

[ It clicks into place for her then - she'd assumed he'd been looking around, and simply not connected the dots yet. It's good he goes the extra mile. With her own focus being slightly off him and more on the application of her powers, she had not fully realized...

it doesn't occur to her to think of it as disability. Eleven's own growth is stunted, and she's never learned to associate a lack of something with weakness, has never been taught to drip pity or condescension or otherness onto anyone.

Only thing she wonders if he's scared all the time, because she's scared of the dark, and the mind of a child projects itself so easily. If so, then she concludes him to be very brave indeed. ]

I can be your eyes. What do we look for?

[ Something earnest in her voice, something steady. This isn't different to her than using telekinesis to help carry boxes. She has a power he doesn't, and she'll gladly use it to help. ]

[ peter has nicknames — petey, petey-boy, tiger; gwen had called him mr. p — but there are none he can really offer her in return. he glances at her then, expression thoughtful: he doesn't quite know how 'jane' and 'el' sit together and honestly, he imagines they don't, but that's a question for another day; a day when eleven hasn't almost drowned, when she hasn't been told there's a chance she's dead.

mike sounds like a good catch, he almost says, before catching himself and deciding that opening that can of worms (again) isn't quite where he wants to take this conversation. instead, then: ]

Okay, El, [ he repeats, with emphasis. ] That's great, because I'm starving. [ peter wouldn't describe himself as always hungry, but he's prepared to concede that he can just about always eat. ] And I was planning on swinging by the store to pick a few bits up. You want to check it out with me, or are you going to wait here for Nancy and Steve? I could bring you something.

I will go with you.

[ It's okay - she trusts him enough for this, and will trust him more after.

Eleven pushes to her feet, hesitates for a bit while Peter does the same.

Here's the thing: He's been kind to her. He's nice, she thinks. Peter let her cry, and told her truths, and he treats her like a person, not a fragile, broken, jagged thing, even though that's what she is, too.

Her warms wrap tight around him as she steps into his personal space and hugs him, face hidden in the fabric of his shirt. It's almost more clinging than hugging, and a little stiff. She's gotten used to this with family, and is still more hesitant about physical contact with others. Peter's a friend though. She's already decided that.

There's a muffled 'Thank you' that almost gets lost between them. ]

Escape. Because it's that easy to escape from death, I'm sure.

[Aziraphale had some explanation, but he still doesn't understand it.] And for their idiocy, we all get to have a month of waterlogged supplies, and I owe someone money, since I specifically told her this wouldn't happen.

[ There's something about the way she looks to him. Something deep within those eyes of hers that has him wonder what might have happened to her to be so cautious in trusting others. She might have been brought up that way of course, it's not like he really knows. But he gets the feeling there's more to it than that and while he's not about to pry into her life, he can offer her his trust in being here for her. ]

You're right. They don't.

[ And it's then that he holds his pinky finger out to her, nodding as he waits for her to hold her own out. ]

We'll pinky swear on it. Ok?

I guess we're going to find out now. [She hopes it is replaceable. Somehow.

She sighs and shakes her head.]

Hopefully not fairies. [She's not sure if fairies are real, but if they are, she doesn't want to deal with them.]

Edited (I made a mistaaaaaake) 2019-10-17 13:05 (UTC)

( Javert hesitates for only the briefest moment, cursing himself silently and holding his bloodied hand for the other man to bandage. )

How does the saying go? Beggars can't be choosers.

( The other man certainly does look a little worse for wear, now that he's got a better look at him. His clothing is in shambles, and though that is perhaps the least of their worries right now, Javert does see fit to mention, )

I was able to retrieve extra clothing from the ship, should you require it.

That's okay.

[ she means it to sound reassuring, soothing, but hermione can understand her resistance. she doesn't like feeling like a burden either. ]

It's okay to need help. I could help you fix your bandages, if you'd rather.

What's wrong with fairies? They can be nice if you're nice to them.

( but they could be spiteful things too. or so he'd heard. he hasn't really dealt with them one on one. )

But I'd take any help at this point. If we're lacking a ferry, we're going to be screwed.

[ peter's surprised by the hug: his eyes widen, just for a second, and he looks down at the top of eleven's head with brief bemusement before hugging her back. he's good at hugs, although given his wrist, this one's a touch more careful and awkward than it'd ordinarily be. he squeezes her tightly for a count of three, letting go when he feels her speaking more than hears the specifics of the words. ]

Hey, you haven't seen what the store has to offer yet. [ beat. ] Although I have gotten pretty great at cobbling together a gourmet meal from mystery can number one, mystery can number two, and this bread that I'm kind of convinced is more preservative than, like, yeast.

[ he gestures in the direction of the store - it's not far, and from there, peter figures he can either point her in the direction of "castle miners", or accompany her there. ]

—It's this way.

[Jo's not paying attention to that, but she would kind of worry if she had. Magic makes her nervous.

The girl asks where things go, and Jo pauses from her trip back to the water.]

Probably the general store. We can do that later.

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its not very far underneath if we're being honest

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It was so hard not to infomod this for El xD

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