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Entry tags:
- !intro log,
- !npc,
- antimony price (pg),
- benjamin winters (mippins),
- billy russo (laws),
- brienne of tarth (hanna),
- carol danvers (caitlin),
- coraline li (jejune),
- daylight vis lornlit (melly),
- dick grayson (jin),
- gene hicks (roy),
- hanzo hasashi (abel),
- ignis scientia (helena),
- irwin wade (lauren),
- javert (rachel),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- jon snow (rachel),
- kara (anya),
- kuai liang (sydney),
- kyna midha (jenny),
- m.k. (shira),
- melisandre (mina),
- nathan drake (alex),
- noctis lucis caelum (anya),
- noob saibot (nyan),
- number five (z),
- peter parker (laura),
- pikachu (bee),
- rafe adler (sammo),
- rastus (mippins),
- raylan givens (bobby),
- riku (dubsey),
- rosalind lutece (kit),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- shadow moon (kas),
- sora (marzi),
- vanitas (king),
- will ingram (leu)
INTRO LOG: JULY
INTRO LOG: JULY
IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN
characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: july 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. winters, will, and rastus introduce themselves and explain the situation.
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.•••
Winters and Will are waiting for you on the beach. Winters flags you down from where he's standing atop a large rock, surveying the gathering crowd. Will stands next to him, though he's monkeying with his tablet and looks rather bored. He barely looks up as Winters speaks:
"First thing's first: I'm sorry you're here. There's no easy way to break this news, so let's just get it over with, hm? You're dead. Or, ah, you've died. Call this the afterlife if you want, or don't if that ain't your thing, but point is, you're here 'cause you died. Those are the facts.
This world's dead, too. You've noticed by now it's pretty dark, yeah? That's 'cause there's no life here, not anymore. And that lantern you've got? That's your life, so to speak. The flame goes out, you die, and vice versa. Keep it close. Should be easy enough to remember on account of how the sun don't rise. You'll need something to see by.
This place is called Beacon, and that's Lake Red Jacket. Town's 'bout a mile down the road, and we've got a bonfire there, but that's the only other light you'll see in this place. Save for the moon and all, though the sky won't do you much good out in the woods. I'll let Rastus explain the bonfire to y'all.
Ah, right. I'm Ben Winters—Winters'll do—and this here's Will Ingr— What? For christ's sake, Dr. Will Ingram. Likes to think he's the brains of the operation, as you can see. If you've got questions about these tablets, he's your guy. Rastus tends to the fire, and you'll find him in town. He's married to his job in a way. And you may never've seen a person like him back wherever you came from, but don't make a big fuss over it. He's a nice fellow. Mind your manners.
The three of us are leftovers from past resets. We came here on that ferry just like you, but it's just us left now. 'Sides the Lighthouse Keeper, but it'll be a bit before you get to meet her. She's got control over the town, see, and if she ain't satisfied with a group's performance, they get the axe. Town gets reset. If she pulls a reset on you folks, a couple of you might end up like me and Will here, giving this speech to the next crop."
The red beam of the lighthouse pulses over the group, over the trees. Winters glances up to watch it swing out over the bay.
"But don't hold it against her. Ain't her fault we're in this mess, and we've all got a job to do, including you.
For now, concentrate on accepting your lot, yeah? We're here to answer your questions, but we ain't gonna tell you all there is to know just yet. Some things are best learned on your own, and some of it we just don't want to saddle you with yet. There's a limit to how long we can stay here safely, that's true, but thing is, we do got time. Time enough to play this smart. Do better than the folks before us did. Settle in, make peace, explore a bit if you're up for it. Use these first couple weeks to come to grips. You ain't gonna be any good to the town if you don't sort yourself out before worrying about what comes next.
So listen up: You're dead. You died. Whatever your old life was, it's done now. None of us can go back, so all we've got is forward. Welcome to Beacon. Could be worse, yeah?"
ooc.
Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! For this intro log, all three NPCs will be available for chatting with, whether your character wants to make casual conversation or ask questions about all this. The headers on each NPC toplevel are there for easy reference as to what each of them are responsible for, but you're welcome to go to any NPC for whatever reason. You're welcome to assume your character has overheard any NPC conversation to learn more about the game. After the NPC threads have died down, we'll compile the info learned ICly and add it to the game history page. If your character would contribute something specific to the game history records, let us know!
DELIVERIES
The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:
- The monthly store restock
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[So she can't help but be glad...glad that he hasn't lost anything. Well, other than his life, of course, but they all have that in common.]
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I think all bets are when death is involved. Did you expect death to be like this?
( he sure didn't. )
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[She's not sure what she expected, honestly. She puts her head on her knees.]
I did think it would be dark, but that's all I thought. Just the dark, and nothing else.
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( that's what ever present darkness seems to denote to him. )
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[The question causes her expression to morph into one of a confused curiosity.]
I've never heard of those...
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( well, that is unusual and it just drives home the point that he is really not in greendale or anywhere close to it. )
Don't worry about it. It'll take too long to explain anyway. Tell me what you think your afterlife should be like. Just permanent blackness?
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[What she thinks it should be like. Well, she's not sure. She's not sure she ever really thought about it. Death is a strange concept for her. She understands that she is dead, but she never particularly understood what it was or what it meant, or that it could happen to her right up until it happened. When people die, they stop moving. Mary didn't consider something deeper, something happening unseen. So it's hard to think of a proper response, and she draws flowers in the sand as she thinks.]
Dark and alone and nothing at all, and nobody can ever find you no matter how hard you wish for it.
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So, do you believe this is an afterlife or something different?
( since there was nothing dark and alone and desolate about it. )
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[She considers this. Should she know more about it?]
Is there somewhere I can read about it?
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( but there was a bookstore. he'd stopped in there once and found a few good things to read but he hadn't gone for deep, religious literature. )
Or if there's a member of the clergy around here, they'd probably fill you in. Clery is...a man or woman of God. Very moralistic.
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It sounds boring.
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( the very blunt statement makes him laugh and then he nods, agreement obvious in his smile. )
I suppose it does but I don't think you're going to find many people around here who are going to explain it via hand puppets or musical stylings.
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[That's not how it works.]
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( hey, he's happy to encourage even if he doesn't think it'll work. maybe it will and he'll be wrong. )
If he can give us a library, I might have to ask him for a nice sauna next.
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[Though, without any lights, that might be more ominous than anything else.]
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( you do what you wanna do. )
That would certainly make this place a little more exciting. A little stranger too because who ever heard of attending a carnival after you die but worth a try, right?
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[She will do what she wants to do.]
I've never heard anybody say that there can't be a carnival, so why shouldn't there be?
[Mary you just said you'd never heard of Heaven or Hell so of course nobody's told you that.]
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( be a right boring place if wishes weren't allowed. )
I'll be sure to attend this Carnival of the Afterlife if you're able to convince someone to have one.
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[Guess this means you're attending the Carnival of the Afterlife but also babysitting, Ambrose.]
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Suppose it's only fair, isn't it? If this carnival happens, I will be delighted to attend. Can't remember the last time I made it to a fair of any kind.
( he's not sure it's going to happen but hey, he's dead. who knows what'll happen. )
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( maybe better tech, more exciting rides but same concept. )
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( a good question, he supposes. not one he's thought about lately but not difficult to answer. )
Treats. I always did have a bit of a sweet tooth.
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[Candy apple? Candied apple? She doesn't know the difference.]