logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: JULY

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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bonfire

[After Winters' speech, Kyna plants herself near the bonfire, staring at it pensively. Her tank top is shredded over the stomach and stained with blood, and though she's cleaned most of it off of her legs, it's still all over her shorts. Every once in a while, she pulls out her phone and fidgets with it, but apparently it's not working the way she wants it to, because she doesn't stop frowning. If anyone gets close enough, though, her head snaps up, and she calls out.]

Hey, where are you from? Uh, before this, obviously.

bar

[Later, Kyna parks herself at the bar, and while she's got a glass of something next to her, she's ignoring it. Scattered on the bartop in front of her is what looks like trash—crumbled napkins and sticks and bits of paper. If anyone watches long enough, they'll see her pour a bit of vodka from a bottle onto a bit of her shirt that she's apparently ripped off. She snaps her fingers, and a flame appears above them. It looks off, though—it isn't casting any light on anything else around it, and when she touches the flame to the doused rag, it doesn't catch.]

What the fuck. This is like, against the laws of nature, right?

[Says the girl casting magical spells.]

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[Give me a random starter or hit me up at

cephalopods! I'm down for keeping all tdm threads canon, and I'm cool with Kyna running into characters anywhere else around town. She'll be spending most of her time around the bonfire and wandering around the Invincible, bugging people as she goes.]

[It isn't the magic that catches Antimony off guard so much as it is the woman calling it in full view of everyone in the bar - or at least everyone in the bar sober enough to notice. Her fingertips heat as though in sympathy, and she balls her hands into fists and shoves them into her pockets for good measure.]

We're in a place with no sun that still has things like weather and plants and generally not being a frozen ball of barren rock.

[She grimaces slightly, as though naming the things that don't fit leaves a bad taste in her mouth.]

I'm pretty sure the laws of nature admitted defeat and fled to the dimension next door a long damn time ago.

Yeah, okay, that was a dumb thing to say.

[As though Antimony's point has made her wonder about something else, though, she's silent for a second.]

Where the hell do you think the food comes from?

A slightly-more-hospitable-to-life dimension, maybe. We know there's at least one entry point.

[She can't see the lake from where she's sitting. She looks in that direction anyway, as though by reflex.]

Still, you won't catch me eating the mystery meat any time soon.

[Kyna grins at that.]

Why? You think it's people or something?

Let's just say I wouldn't find it out of keeping with the general horror movie ambiance.

[She tips her head towards the unburnt piece of cloth.]

Out of curiosity, what were you planning to do with that if it went up?

[ dick was busy skulking, thanks a lot kyna. he sizes her up. lingering on the bloodied shorts and shredded clothes. his "death" seemed calmer than some, apparently.

he shrugs. and comes over to her. ]

If you recognize the name: Michigan. You?

[Kyna's first decision about this place is that skulking isn't allowed. As for his response...]

Yikes.

[Has she ever been to Michigan? No.]

I was in a place, uh... Sort of like this? I mean with the whole "you're all from different universes and you're all trapped here" thing.

[ michigan, still better than jersey.

his eyes narrow. ]

What do you mean?

I mean...

[She sighs. This is going to be a Spiel, and she's not sure if she's going to do a good job explaining it.]

I'm from New York, right? But my version of New York has magic. There are spells and portals and stuff that can take you to other planes or universes or whatever you want to call them, so that's not weird to me. But before I... died, I was in this place called Hadriel. We all got dragged there because there were these things calling themselves gods who were straight up like, emotional vampires, and they needed to feed off of us to live, so they trapped us there. And then something killed me, and now I'm here.

[She says it all in a rush, like maybe getting through it quickly will mean that she doesn't have to examine her death too closely.]

Back home I ended up on other planes, too, but that was mostly because my job took me there or whatever. I wasn't usually trapped.

[ she may feel she isn't doing a good job, but dick finds a seat. he leans forward, hanging off her every word. ]

So you've tried a couple of these... portal spells? Nothing working?

They're pretty serious magic. I was working on learning one, but I still haven't managed it yet. The last place I was at, though, someone did know how to cast them and couldn't get us out.

[She shrugs.]

But some planes—universes, whatever—are easier to get to than others.

Or get out of, you mean. [ bruce always said magic was too unpredictable. couldn't rely on it to solve problems.

he can't imagine feeling powerless like she says, though. relying on something to work and it doesn't. it's been his own body that failed him sometimes. but never his mind. or his training. ]

They don't want us leaving right now, that's for sure.

Kyna Midha | Original

bar

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[ bonfire ]

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bar pls!

NO WORRIES <3

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wildcard! (after her adventure with rafe)

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