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.

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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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Ferry; arrival, before the crash

Death was confusing, Prompto decided. He didn't think much about what happened after death regularly--he figured there was an afterlife of some sort, but he was barely into his 20's and didn't want to think about kicking the bucket just yet.

Apparently he did, but not on purpose. He remembers a whole lot of daemons, and he was doing his best to fight them off, and then he had to reload his gun...one daemon was faster than it should have been, or else he was just slowing down, but he remembers a Reaper and then a lot of pain. And now he's on a boat, with a phone-kinda device and an interesting lantern beside him.

"Hey uh, anyone I know here?" He's skimmed the phone-thing's info, and is wandering the boat, alternately holding his lantern out for light and holding it close to protect it, like he can't decide.

Abandon ship; just before and during crash

So while he hasn't fully accepted death being a real actual thing, despite the welcoming tablet saying so and the fact that there's an impressive and angry-looking scar stretching across his stomach and possibly around to his back (he can't tell so far), leaving his shirt nearly in two pieces. It doesn't look very survivable, but it doesn't hurt and so. Whatever.

He wants to get off the boat, though. It's dark and scary beyond the firelight of his lantern, but whatever form of the river Styx this might be, if there's a chance to get off of it, he's taking it.

And he's glad he did, because it starts up like it might be leaving again--not that unusual--but instead of leaving the dock and going back to where it came from, it crashes straight into the pier, smashing it to pieces.

"Was...that wasn't supposed to happen, was it?"

Rescue mission; during ferry sinking

"Need a hand?"

Prompto's not the best swimmer, but high school physical education classes mandated that he at least be competent at it, so after making sure his lantern is hung in a relatively safe place, he's going in to help anyone who looks like they need it. The water is murky and dark, he's jabbed his leg on something sharp, and he may or may not be shaking out of nerves and cold, but he's trying his best.

Aftermath/Wildcard

Once there's no more people to help out and the ferry's disappeared under the water with whatever cargo it may have had, Prompto can be found by the bonfire, lantern sitting beside him, attempting to dry himself out and possibly anyone else that might need it more than him. The torn portion of his shirt has come completely off, leaving it longer in the back than the front, and and attempt to redo his hair has failed and left him with what looks like wet bedhead rather than the fauxhawk he was trying to achieve.

"Prompto, don't stay in the water-!"

The chaos that ensued from the ferry crashing and people panicking easily made Ignis distracted. So much so that he didn't even notice he said that, fully knowing that Noctis and he... what happened to him before. It's definitively not Prompto, just someone who has a similar voice to him. And it's really dark too, lanterns can help only so much.

"Ah- apologies-" who knows to whom he just spoke. "There are bad things lurking in the water. Best not to linger."

It definitely is Prompto. He doesn't blame Ignis for failing to identify him--or not-quite misidentifying him in this case--since he's wearing mostly dark colors and his lantern is not close by.

"I--what?" he calls back. "Don't say that! That's the part I'm trying to ignore!"

He wants to help, but he also doesn't want anything in the water to get him, and Ignis is not helping with the latter.

Okay, no that voice is unmistakable. Whatever Ignis was doing at that point, he drops and stares in Prompto's general direction. The Ferry creaking behind him gives him a push from his shock to move before the thing topples over them and just outright spears them.

"...Everyone's accounted for. Move to the shore-" Ignis says as if on automatic, legs feeling like a ton of lead. He does follow after, making sure that Prompto is away and safe from the breaking Ferry.

The chill that goes through Ignis' body has nothing to do with him being wet and cold night. He's been- they've been- through worse. Sorry Prompto, he'll stare at you for a moment here.

Now that he thinks about it, it's weird that Ignis is looking in his direction and has this much awareness of the situation anyway, considering the last time Prompto saw him, he had trouble even opening his eyes due to scarring and was sure he wouldn't be able to see again. Prompto thinks that might be part of the reason the battle he feel in went the way it did; he'd never blame Ignis for it, but he and Gladio were just too overwhelmed trying to fight off all the daemons.

"I...are you sure?" he asks, moving obligingly towards dry land, and in the general direction of where he's stashed his stuff--his lantern and the camera and handgun that somehow made the journey with him. "Hey Iggy, can you, uh--what's up?"

He's being stared at now and he's not sure why. Does he have something on his face besides a few bruises?

He's not sure and, honestly, he cares little about that. The ones that should care about sinking ferry and hurt people should be the guys that sunk the ship in the first place. He's more worried about the sight in front of him. Prompto keeps talking and asking questions and for the first time Ignis' mind can't catch up with what he's saying. It's not that Prompto's just throwing words at him, it's just that Ignis' brain can't process it right now.

"...yes, I'm sure. I- uh, what do you need?"

There's so much Ignis wants to ask him- where did he go, how did he come back, what he remembers. But the words seem to burn his throat and he can't get them out.

He walks up to Prompto and pushes his bangs up, eyeing a bruise on his forehead, "We... we should ice that soon..."

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...."

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.

He's mostly wet, yeah, and there are a few tears in his clothing. Notably the front of his shirt is doing a poor job at hanging on, there's a small gash on one leg, and a few small facial injuries.

"Good. Awesome. Weird, because you haven't been able to for uh, a couple months now but--"

Being pulled into a hug effectively shuts the start of a ramble off, and Prompto just sort of freezes. Ignis isn't the huggy type as far as he knows, let alone towards Prompto himself. And even if he was, he thinks Ignis would go more for Noctis than him. He's not complaining, since he doesn't get hugs on purpose too often--mostly when Noctis gets clingy in his sleep--so he's tentatively hugging back.

"It's...it's nice to see you too, dude."

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reigniter - 2019-10-12 14:49 (UTC) - Expand

What a total disaster. Literally. Lunafreya's never been on a sinking ship before —— not the sort that sinks in water, at least. The fact of the matter here, is that what happened today she... never particularly thought could happen here in general. The sinking was one thing, afterwards? That was just pure chaos. She's never had to heal so many people at once, not like this and not in such a state of panic.

She's got dried blood in her hair and her ankle... it's swollen far more than it should be. She shouldn't be walking on it, not really, but she's never been the sort to actually stop and listen to reason, even when she knows better.

She'd seen Prompto among the chaos and wreckage, but Ignis had been tending to him. But now that things have quieted down, Lunafreya walks over so that she may take a seat next to him by the bonfire.

"This is not how things usually go... are you hurt, Prompto?"

Prompto's much less banged up than she is, since he wasn't near the ferry or docking area when it crashed and just ran in to help people a handful of times. He's mostly just wet and muddy, and in addition to the tear in his shirt, his pants have several more rips than before, one edged with blood from the wound it surrounds.

"A little. Nothing a couple bandages and some r&r can't fix." And then he properly looks at who he's talking to and startles. "Oh! Lady Lunafreya!"

Of course she'd be here. If this is where people ended up when they died, then it made sense for her to be here. This thought dampens the initial excitement at finally getting to meet and talk to her in person, but he's still excited nonetheless.

She's glad for that, honestly, because the less people involved in that mess, the better. That's the closest she's come to drowning since... well, Altissia. Except with the added danger of attempting to keep a lantern above water and lit brightly. And then there was the added bonus of poor Noctis, doing his best to act as some sort of human bubble wrap to shield her from further injury.

"That may be, but perhaps I can aid in speeding your recovery up. If you would allow me to, that is." Not that he's going to get a choice, of course. She'll use her magic on him whether he wants to or not. But for now, she offers him a gentle smile and a hand on his shoulder. "It is good to see you, Prompto, though I do wish that we could be having this conversation under different circumstances.

She knows this must be a shock. It's a bit of a shock for her, too... because she can remember vividly the day Noctis and Ignis buried Prompto. She's not going to bring that up, though. Because right now, that doesn't matter.

Prompto would appreciate not being told that a) he's died before or b) his two closest friends were the ones that had to bury him. It'll likely come up at some point, but he's not interested in talking about it right now, right when he, in his mind, has just arrived.

"Me too. There's probably worse circumstances, but--" He cuts himself off, looking around briefly. It's dark, the boat he arrived on had just sank and that was probably not supposed to happen, and it's the afterlife. "--ah, well, I guess it's pretty high up on the list of 'worst meetup locations'.

Still in the top five.

"But healing! Yeah, no gonna say no to that...unless it's like...done from your life force or something."

Noctis is so done. So incredibly done.

And honestly, he looks about as done as he feels. Clothes torn and ripped. Shirt shredded to absolute pieces and soaked with dirty water and blood. Hair a matted mess and beyond help. Considering he had laid on the ground for a good half an hour after finally making it to shore, he looked -

- like shit. He looked like shit. There was no getting around that. But he was on his feet and limping around, attempting to do what he could. Actually being helpful for once.

It's just by chance that he glances over just in time to see Prompto attempting to fix his hair and it's so typical that he speaks without even really realizing what's happening.

"Leave it you to worry about your hair at a time like this."

"I'm not worried about it, I'm trying to fix it so it's not in my face."

The response is almost automatic, and he knows that Noctis knows that what he said isn't entirely true, but he says it anyway.

"Speaking of, you look like the boat crashed into you. You gonna be alright?"

While he doesn't have anything more to offer than maybe a couple yards worth of bandage and maybe his jacket, which is considerably less beat up than his friend's shirt, he's willing to go get anything necessary...assuming he can find it. Or drag Noctis anywhere he'd need to go otherwise.

"Keep telling yourself that."

There are a couple of things here that just aren't adding up.

Like the fact that this person definitely looks like Prompto. And sounds like Prompto. But considering he's pretty sure people don't just die, go somewhere else and then pop back up a couple of weeks later, he's honestly pretty sure he's just hallucinating. Maybe he bumped his head when he was busy cracking his ribs.

"Physically or emotionally?"

Because the answer is no to both of those things.

"I will."

If he hadn't already gone through something similar with Ignis earlier, he might also think Noctis hit his head pretty hard. It certainly would seem like it, but he doesn't really want to think about the possibility that two of his friends have forgotten who he is or somehow have failed to recognize him.

"How about emotionally?"

"Don't have much of a choice."

You're one of those people who are pretty impossible to forget, Prompto. But he really doesn't want this all to be some terrible, torturous nightmare that he eventually wakes up from to find you gone.

"Please tell me they didn't let you drive the ferry and that's how this happened."

"I had nothing to do with the ferry crashing. I wasn't even on it."

He's innocent of all destruction charges, except for maybe a time or two when he accidentally broke part of the destroyed dock while trying to get close enough to help with anything.

"Besides, I like to think I know the difference between forward and reverse."

Except that he does...for a car. He's only ever ridden on two kinds of boats ever, and neither of them were ones he ever actually piloted, so he can't really say that he would know what to do with the ferry controls.

"You sure about that? Because I have a repair bill that says otherwise."

Not that it had actually been Prompto's fault. Things happened. Cars broke down. With the way his father drove it was honestly a shock they had ever made it that far out of the city.

There's the beginning of what might be a laugh, but it instantly reminds him that something is definitely broken in his rib cage and he ends up filled with regret instead. Before choosing to simply find a relatively dry place and lower himself onto the ground.

"You don't remember, do you? Being here before."

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techtype - 2019-10-08 15:52 (UTC) - Expand

[Skill level is almost negligible in this situation- which is to say that those people who can't are easy to pick out and prioritize, but those who can have been pushing themselves to their limits. Bruce had been there with a number of the others already in Beacon- charging into the water to retrieve whoever and whatever they could, then repeating the process. But it looks like many new arrivals are doing the same. Trying to help one another.

Bruce has been tying packages together as he can find them- diving deep beneath the waves to catch what he can and link it on a makeshift chain. But the cold makes it harder to keep up with, it blunts his sense of beginning and end and slows his reaction time. There's a hand reaching for him through the dark so Bruce takes it, using it to bring his head to the surface and suck in a deep breath, feel his lungs expand again. And that's when he finally sets eyes on his rescuer- a pale, shivering shape in the water.]

You look terrible.

[Alfred would be so disappointed.
For what it's worth, Bruce is still panting for breath through it and he doesn't look any better. Maybe that's why the corner of his mouth goes up- something small and wry.]

Thank you.

[Bruce doesn't know how relieved Prompto is when he feels a hand grab his and Bruce's head pops up moments later. He'd seen him go down to do...whatever it was he was doing below, but after a while of being underwater, it seemed like a little too long.]

No prob. I'm...yeah, I'm not very good at this, but I figured I could do something.

[He manages a small grin as well, and a shaky laugh.]

You look great yourself. Want some help?

[He has a strong grip for so wiry a frame. Bruce isn't passing judgment, but he does notice- the boy who pulls him to the surface is lean and pale, there's something over the bridge of his nose that he can't see just yet in the absence of light. A flush, maybe freckles.]

I wouldn't say no.

[Before Bruce had gone running he'd seen another boy on shore, gathering up life preservers from the boathouse and taking them into the water. Those shapes are what he looks for now- something bobbing atop the waves. In the dark beneath them, two ropes are wound around Bruce's hand, a tether to keep hold of; the weight threatens to tug him back down if he loses momentum entirely, if he doesn't keep the muscle of his arm corded and taut. He has no idea how long its been and that's troubling in it's own right- he doesn't know if he's earned the exhaustion he's beginning to feel.

Still, there's no denying the unsteady look of the other boy- not that he comes across as weak- but there are shadows beneath his eyes. Strain. He's probably hurt.]

Can you swim?

[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.]

Matt isn't the best at admitting when he needs help. It's a whole thing. Still, after being under the hull of the ferry, he's not exactly as capable as usual. The remnants of the monthly shipment is too important, though, he can't just wait it out when he's at least capable of doing something.

So that means he sort of has to agree, he really does need a hand. One of his isn't much help at the moment. "Yes, there's a crate here, I can't lift it by myself." Matt has managed to drag it far enough in shore that it's not at a risk of floating or sinking, but now that he has it shored he can't easily drag it any further on his own.

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INTRO LOG: OCTOBER

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aftermath!

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Wildcard;

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