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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Yeah, sure. [ he'd only been down here looking around for clues on the ship. dick preferred to be out of sight. running into town and finding out everything possible before people swarm the area. looking for gar, rachel. or kory.

taking stock of the supplies moves up the priority list when shadow asks. only because he asks; dick doesn't want to risk an extreme survival scenario here if there isn't enough. ]

Thanks.

[ Shadow leads the way back to the ship and down into the cargo hold, holding his crescent-shaped lantern high to give them as much light to see by as possible. Judging by the quantity of supplies, it doesn't look like there's going to be a shortage anytime soon — but who can say when (or if) another shipment will arrive? ]

Have you been to the town yet?

Yeah, a little. [ surveyed some of the perimeter. enough to know he's got to see the rest of it and beyond. dick doesn't take out his own lantern. he's comfortable in the dark. and shadow is taller. the crescent shape is just noted. dick doesn't know yet if the lanterns are symbols.

his definitely is. ]

What's your name?

[ If the lantern is a symbol, Shadow doesn't know the meaning beyond its obvious connection to his last name. He finds a place to set the lantern down and starts unlashing boxes so they can be carried. ]

I'm Shadow.

[ Not the name he was born with, but it's the only name he has now. If the other man is close enough, he'll offer a hand to shake; if not, he'll look up as he asks the question but continue his work: ]

You?

Dick. [ if he thinks shadow's name is unusual, he doesn't say anything.

he's not close enough to shake hands. so shadow gets a polite if curt nod. ]

Where're you from?

[ It's a question with several possible answers. He could say where he was born, or where he lived the longest, or where he last resided before he died. Shadow ultimately decides on none of those. ]

Chicago. [ It's where his mother was from, and where she later died. ] I moved a lot, though.

Do you know it?

Yeah, me too. [ haly’s did. dick moved around with bruce for training and missions. but he doesn’t want to say he put down roots in gotham city. ]

Detroit is where I landed up.

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