logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: JULY

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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[Jo approaches curiously, looking at the electronics spread across the table. When he speaks, she takes it as an invitation to sit.

She's quiet for a moment as she watches him work.]

I think I can figure out the device. It's like a small laptop, right? [They don't come this small for her, but phones also don't have screens this big.

Ash would've loved to see it.]

A laptop? [He takes a moment to think. That was a kind of computer, right?] Yes, I suppose so. Just flat. A laptop had two parts, yes? This one's integrated.

[Much easier to use, in his opinion.]

Keyboard, monitor, yeah. [Ash's was basically homemade, but she knew how to use it.

These tablets were more advanced than the phones she's seen back home. She figured out how to use them but she's still adjusting.]

Do we need to charge it?

No, it seems to have an indefinite battery supply. Impressive, really. So long as you don't break it or take the battery out, it should keep working.

[He isn't sure how it's infinite, as he's never taken a battery apart. Just in case it's, you know, a tiny nuclear device or something.]

You don't know for sure? [That's interesting. She files that away for the future. Why hasn't he explored it?]

Can we use them to talk to anyone here?

Well no, I haven't pried one open. For one, I think they could be used to power something else in the future, potentially, so I wouldn't want to ruin them. For two, I have no idea what chemicals they run on. They could explode for all I know.

[So yeah, that's why.]

You can use them to talk to anyone who also has one. Though I'm fairly certain everyone does.

[Jo nods. She does understand. An explosion could be a problem here. She has no idea what kind of medical facilities even exist, but she isn't sure she would trust the medics she has met here to treat burn wounds.]

People aren't automatically given one? [That's interesting. Why wouldn't that be the case?]

Oh they are. But it's easy enough to lose one, and they break from time to time.

[He gestures to the ones laid out in front of him.]

New ones do usually appear when one goes missing, but— [he shrugs] things happen.

Who replaces them?

[Hopefully the answer will reveal something about how this place works.]

Hell if I know. Maybe the same one who replaces people when they go missing?

[Wait, he should reword that. He's already had people talk to him about clones.]

As in, the one who brings them back.

[Jo narrows her eyes slightly, still watching him curiously as he rephrases. It is an interesting choice of words.]

They take care of the lantern too? How does that work?

When people die, their lantern disappears with them. All of the salvageable parts, anyway. It seems as if keeping those in working order is just as important as keeping our bodies the same way.

Why are we tied to them? [This is one thing that gets under her skin. Being tied to an object is not a good thing.]

Do you know why it's so dark here?

INTRO LOG: JULY

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