logsinthenight | 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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Don't touch it. You'll make it worse.

[Snapped out irritably, like that isn't everyone's first instinct to an injury. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a few pins as she kneels before him. Her hair had gotten rather ruined when she'd swam, and now she fusses, pinning it back once more. Her eyes skim over his leg at the same time, assessing carefully.]

Do you have a weapon? A knife, something sharp I can use?

[Crowley glares up at her. It's his leg, he'll damn well do what he wants with---owwww. Oh, this is absolutely awful. And his trousers are far too tight for a broken leg.

He raises a hand, and a small pocketknife appears out of thin air, as though through a simple magic trick.]

Like this?

Well done.

[It's very dry, because she's not giving him a compliment. With no hesitation, she sets the knife to all that tight fabric, cutting his trousers away carefully, because leather pants come and go, but gangrene is a very nasty constant.]

I'll splint your legs. But you will owe me, Crowley.

I don't like to owe anyone.

[He's not going to fight her, though. He definitely doesn't know what he's doing when it comes to splinting this himself.

He might even be just a little begrudgingly grateful, because he is in one hell of a lot of pain.]

Don't think this is the favor, though.

We've quite the ledger between us, hm?

[Her eyes skim over his leg, assessing it further, before glancing up at him.]

I need a splint. Something long and firm enough to support your leg for the moment.

We'll have to call an accountant to sort it all out between us.

[Crowley pulls a long board from some debris over. It had been a makeshift splint someone else had attempted to make for him on the ferry, but he'd broken it when getting to shore.]

Looks like I'm providing all the equipment today.

It's quite literally the very least you could do.

[Splinting a broken leg isn't precisely her specialty, but on the other hand, it isn't so hard. It's just a matter of readjustment and not caring if she causes her patient a bit of pain.

She does not.]

Hold yourself still just above the knee. This is going to hurt a fair bit, unfortunately. I'm going to straighten out your leg.

[He scowls.]

This wasn't a bad idea. Go back the way we came, use the only available transport. Get out before they could stop us.

[He does as instructed, holding his leg still with two hands.]

Are you trying to convince me or yourself?

[Crowley leans towards her, sneering]

I don't have to convince anyone.

[Her head tips up, glaring, her eyes narrowed as he breeches her space.]

Then kindly shut it so I can do my work in peace.

[He hates her in this exact moment. But she's also helping him, so he can't help but be grateful for her. It's a complicated mess of feelings he has for the people in this stupid little town.]

I should be able to just heal it. I should be able to just mend the bone, but I can't.

Clearly not. You're dead, Crowley. It stands to reason your abilities aren't what they once were. If nothing else, you're completely cut off from Hell.

[Looking down at her work, she frowns. This will hurt badly, but so it goes. Her fingers wrap tight around his leg, and she straightens it out swiftly, ignoring the grinding of bone, ignoring any shouts of pain he might give. Then she applies the splint, tying it there, her hands merciless.]

[At first, he thinks "This can't be that bad" and then she's straightening his leg, and oh, yes, it is absolutely that bad.

He'd like to say he's not a complete child when it comes to pain. After all, he did Fall from heaven. He's been to Hell. He was totally obliterated by Holy Water. But no, no, he's going to take this with as little grace as is possible.]

FUCK!

Edited 2019-10-09 20:32 (UTC)

Indeed.

[It's quiet, dry, a sharp contrast to the swift way she wraps the bandage tight around his leg and ties it off. Sitting back, she looks over at him with a rather arch expression.]

There. Keep your weight off it if you can. Eat and drink plenty, and it ought to heal.

[He looks down at it as though it were a totally foreign thing. Him, a demon from Hell with a broken leg.]

How long?

For you? Who can say. Weeks, likely. Perhaps six, perhaps less. I'll check on you in a fortnight.

Something to look forward to, then.

[She stands, brushing her skirt off, staring down at him with a faint frown.]

I assure you, one of us is going to be looking forward to it more than the other. It's going to take a lot more for me to stop being angry with you.

[Saying so, she turns, heading out towards the harbor, where her water-logged machines wait.]

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