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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And to Jason's credit he does not take it as sarcasm. Then again, you learn to read the nuances of sarcasm when you hang out with someone like Leo for long periods of time. He's mostly just glad that no one here has dismissed him. He hadn't known how most non-demigods would take it until learning that there were a number of magic users here and, well, it really was hard to get stranger than 'you died and not you're not quite dead.'

"Yeah. Wind magic. It's not as powerful as before I got here, but it could probably get us further than if we just waited for the wind to be right," there's a pause and then he adds, "Though of course we'd have to make a mast and a sail first." But in Jason's mind this seems like pretty good incentive to put that project in the forefront of planning.

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"Well, it'll be harder now to get the stuff we need with the ferry out of commission. I would've loved to have some pulleys and some sturdy canvas. But we can make do with sewing scrap clothing together, and at least there's already rope," he says with a nod. "And a mast is easy enough. Plenty of trees to go around."

Mostly, it will just take time but that's the one thing they seem to have plenty of. Time to put it all together, and time to experiment a bit before it really goes out on open water. Speaking of experimenting -

"Can you show me? Magic, I mean?" he asks, smiling. The little bit that he's seen of other people's magic certainly reminds him of the sorts of things devil fruits might enable, but it is different sometimes too. Certainly new to him, and he's always curious to see more.

"Sometimes you just have to improvise. I've gotten a little better about that," Jason admits. You can't always get what you want and if being with the Greek demigods had taught him anything it was how to make the best of limited supplies and a terrible situation. Not that the Romans didn't or couldn't do that, but they were just so much about doing things by the book and had far more resources thanks to how legacies worked within New Rome.

Jason had gotten used to such requests. He looked around the workshop, trying to determine how he could demonstrate this. He didn't want to mess anything up, but there were a few rolls of paper around, likely designs or crude plans for building a ship. Jason waved his hand in their direction, generating a wind that wasn't over powering, but certainly directed and powerful enough to make the sheets of paper lift off and fly around the room on a breeze that ruffled their hair and clothes as well. He didn't make the demonstration long, and the paper slowly drifted down as the breeze died.

Nice, not bad. He watches with interest as the winds pick up, and nods his approval. Strikes him as the sort of thing a person with the right paramecia fruit could do. It's very natural and effective, with no over the top sparkles or anything else he usually thinks of when he thinks of magic - though he has no reason for that, he realizes. Just stories from childhood.

"Cool. Well, that could definitely be helpful out on the water. You're hired," he says. "If you decide you want to come, anyway. We could always just stay in the shallows, test it out, get you some lessons first."

Jason starts picking up the papers he had scattered, no sense making a mess and then just leaving it. He glances over some of the drawings, but only briefly, mainly he seems focused on the task and not on being nosy. He smiles to himself at this new job offer and straightens up, setting the stack of papers back atop a nearby table.

"I'll help. I've been practicing in other ways and while I didn't help much with building the Argo II, I did help with the sailing part some of the time." At least when they weren't battling monsters and especially when they were in the air. Percy was better on the water, but Jason figured at their current predicament anyone in Beacon would take what they could get.

"Yeah? Cool." He'd sounded unsure, initially, or uninterested. But Rosinante is glad to hear that Jason seems to be reconsidering, and maybe slightly more experienced than he'd let on. He stoops to collect a few of the diagrams himself, ones that had blown toward him, and adds them to the pile.

"So, what's the tattoo about?" he asks, nodding to where it's just visible.

He was still a little unsure. He didn't see himself as a 'boat guy' but maybe even his minimal knowledge could help. If nothing else, it was clear his wind powers could once they DID get a boat together that made use of a sail. He could stick around for that and it did give him one other way of occupying his time here. Keeping busy was important.

Jason turned his attention to his arm. He reached down, pulling up the sleeve so Rosinante could get a better look. His forearm was marked with 12 dark lines, the letters SPQR, and an eagle topping it all. "It's a mark from back home. We get them when we are able to fully join the Legion," he explains, though it probably doesn't explain very much.

"Oh, that's cool," he says as he steps closer to see. "Military unit?"

That's sure what it looks like to him, especially with a name like that. It makes him just a little bit jealous, though in a good way. He always did prefer to work alone, and he's never put much thought into getting a tattoo, but the idea of being in such a close-knit group has its appeal.

There's a pause. He's never had someone ask that, but at the same time that IS essentially what the Legion is -- the army and fighting force for New Rome. They mobilize and train and even sleep in barracks. Of course, the eagle itself isn't really a symbol of his unit so much as it is a symbol of his godly parent, but the reason for the tattoo is to mark him as one of Rome. So...

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Lotta military here. Wonder why, or if it's just coincidence. Still, kind of nice, right? Knowing a bunch of us have that in common. I was a Commander in the Marines back home."

He keeps doing this, introducing himself to perceived civilians only to find out later they're nothing of the sort. But having been here a few months, and having been quietly embedded in that pirate crew for years before, introducing himself to everyone as Commander Donquixote to start with just doesn't sound right anymore anyway.

"Really? I guess I hadn't thought to ask that," Jason admits. Of course now he's curious as to who was former military or not. "I guess...well military would mean putting yourself in more danger than probably the average person. If this is some after life or if we just all happen to have died before arriving here it would make sense than most of us are--were--probably involved in something dangerous."

He'd mostly left people alone in terms of asking how they died, so mostly he was pulling from his own personal experience with death. The oldest looking person he could think of was probably Aziraphale and he wasn't even sure how old he was. So it stood to reason that most of the people here had died of unnatural causes and with how many people he'd met who seemed to have fighting skills he was willing to bet that a majority of those causes were NOT some form of sickness. Though of course he could be wrong.

"You were in the Marines though? I can't say I know a lot about them...other than obviously involvement with water. I guess that's why you're helping with the boats then."

It's a good observation, and one he's made before as well. Especially since so few of them are relatively young, they're not likely to have died peacefully. So yes, there are a fair amount of soldiers here, but also plenty of others who were involved in some dangerous situations. It's a wonder, because of that, that they mostly seem to live in a sort of peace. Had they been given more of the impulsive, destructive rogue criminal type, that probably wouldn't be the case.

"Yeah, though where I'm from, most of the world is water. I actually heard someone here a while back say the Marines where they were from weren't that involved in water but I didn't ask enough about the details," he says with a shrug. "In my world, the Marines are the military arm of the World Government. Wider authority than individual kingdoms' armies and navies. Really just out there everywhere, trying to keep people safe any way we can."

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