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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[ he notices that there isn't much help-- that Bruce really did overexert himself. Which... honestly, not surprising. At all. Bruce was just like this, an uncomfortable familiarity. Maybe something close to sympathy, but he had to focus on the task of pulling the robe. It didn't have any handy flotation device.

so he doesn't honestly know if he's helping or doing more to drown him there.

(what a shit realization to have in the middle of all of this.)

his arms are tired, and it's cold, but he's certain that he's sweating on top of how wet he already is, as he continues pulling, feeling the rope bite into his hand. he's probably going to have to get that checked later-- or check it himself. or maybe the lazarus pool will continue to do its thing for him. who knows. but bruce is close now, another pull, and then he reaches his hand out, dropping the rope. ]

Almost there.

[The dock is there. Water sloshes up onto it, sloshes over; Bruce hears it the same way he'd heard the rope landing- it's different. Something that doesn't belong. But he doesn't look at it. The figure waiting for him is still a silhouette, pulling him out of the dark, and now that he's here, this close, the tension coils. This is the point where people are tempted to get sloppy- they think they're safe before they are, that they're finished sooner than they should be. Bruce's fingers have gone numb and they're half curved, like a claw reaching up from the surface of the lake and there's something painfully appropriate about that too.

To see on the outside what he knows is underneath.

The rope drops in the moment that Bruce's fingers slap hard against the wood, an effort to stay moored in the second before a hand reaches back for him. They meet in the middle, calloused palm in calloused palm and there's something at once clumsy and sure about it. The complete certainty he has to place in this man and his own inability to feel the world around him, to dig in.

Bruce looks up, pupils huge and black in the perpetual night- but it does nothing to dull the attentive knife of his gaze.

It's his face he wants to see. This face and every detail.

Water comes up around him as they pull and Bruce forces his legs to work, wills his limbs to get underneath him and push himself up. His elbow lands first, his fingers spasm in the man's grip but he keeps on following until at last, lean and shuddering, he's out- sucking in a rattling, uneven breath.]

[ he made it. he makes sure he's up, makes sure that there's no chance he could slip. but Jason's done it. he didn't let Bruce die, he didn't give up halfway. And it looks like he managed to not drown him, either. But he can't stay-- it invites too many uncomfortable questions from a person known for asking them.

when he didn't want to answer. he didn't even have his hood to hide behind. not this time. But also, he needs a moment, needs to at least put the grappling hook away. needs to get his rope back. needs to squat down, catch his breath, as much as Bruce does. but he doesn't have any comfort to offer.

he can't do it-- their last conversations flashing through his head. Bruce falling for the frame job. Bruce threatening to throw him in jail in front of everyone. officially calling all that goodwill they'd built up, all two seconds of it, gone. and he feels his resolve to leave as fast as possible strengthen-- even if it meant sacrificing the rope he was realizing Bruce had tied around his wrist.

better he have it, then.

Jason stands, and turns towards the bonfire. towards "home." ]

Thank you.

[He has almost no time to say it at all. Bruce barely feels his own weight- which is to say that he's aware of it, but isn't sure how he's standing up beneath it. Water pours off of him in thick rivulets, it pools around his sock-covered feet and seeps through the slats- it drops into his eyes and makes his lashes clump together.

He could look like someone's dog in a way, for the rope that's tied and then looped around his wrist- cinching the material of his sweater against his skin and stretching it to the point of near comical asymmetry. The other end of it is slack on the ground between them, a line that doesn't really connect them, only suggests that a connection was once there.

They're both out of breath, they're both hurt, if the careful shape of the man's hands is anything to judge by. But instead of taking the moment to recover, he turns to run. Bruce doesn't need comfort. He needs answers. The man pivots his weight and his stride is too long, even for his height. Bruce's hands slowly leave the meat of his thighs, only to double over at the last moment- he'd been too eager to stand up straight. Too fast. It means that when he calls out to him, knowing that his breaths are numbered and that why or how or who are you all beg to be asked- what he chooses instead is gratitude.

Bruce can't chase him, but his gaze finds the man's back and follows it.
Follows until there isn't anything to see anymore.]

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