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.

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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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[Difficult beyond words.

But Luna had always handled it with such grace. Right up until the end.]

Don't tell me you're one too.

[Was this just his lot in life? To stumble across oracles?]

Um, then I guess I won't be telling you.

[ Sorry, Noct this is your lot in life. ]

Too late.

[Please just don't go dying on him. Again.]

Your speech makes more sense now. Luna used to give them too.

[ No promises. ]

I'm all right at it. I usually have help since I'm not the only one talking. [ It's probably why they were so effective. Everyone could talk in their own way. ]

But, this Luna woman... she must've been great if you speak about her like that.

[Why do these things happen to him?]

Luna was - [How did he even begin to describe her? There had been an image of her in his head all of this time. But seeing her in Altissa, watching her speak, how the crowd reacted to her.

She was so much better than anything he ever could have imagined.] - amazing. I only saw her speak once but she was so great. There was something about her that made you believe what she was saying. Probably because she really meant it.

[ There's something of a smile there as he hears that. The young man before him at least sounded earnest enough. No one could really make up a glowing review about some person like that if they hadn't known them. ]

Hm. I would've liked to meet her. I don't know many oracles aside from myself and my friend's fiancee...well uh under circumstances.

[ But he stands up dusting off; ]

But, here I am asking about your friend Luna and I don't even know your name. [ So he offers a hand out; ]

My name's Elden. What about you?

[At some point during this entire conversation he probably should have pointed out that her name was actually Lunafreya, and that when he was but a wee baby prince he hadn't been able to say it. Because it's such a difficult name. Full of syllables.]

Sounds like me and your friend have a lot in common. I was engaged to an oracle too.

[Right he should. Stop talking about Luna and actually introduce himself.

He takes the hand, grip firmer than it looks like it should be, and shakes it three times.]

Nice to meet you, Elden. I'm Noctis. But most of my friends call me 'Noct'.

Edited 2019-07-16 04:03 (UTC)

[ Ouch...did he just maybe bring up something insensitive? Because if he was engaged to an oracle...and that was this Luna person...yiikes.

Elden doesn't say much to it, just pursing his lips as he shakes hands, matching Noct's grip. ]

Noct, all right, Noct, well it's good to meet you.

Despite the circumstances.

[ He pulls his hand back looking at the other young man for a moment; ]

Um...sorry I have to ask, this Luna person...she's not here is she? If she's not what does she look like so I can let you know on these weird magic screens. [ Which he will produce the tablet and wave it once. ]

That 'weird magic screen' is called a tablet. [Why does no one here understand technology? Is he gonna have to get Prompto and hold like, a master class in how to use these things?]

I don't think so. Pretty sure we would have found each other by now. [But, well, it couldn't hurt just in case, right?] It's... been a while since I've seen her though, so it's kind of hard to describe her. She's blond. With blue eyes. And a soft, sweet voice.

[Really giving him a lot to go on there, Noct.]

It's basically the same thing. We sort of had the same thing at home.

[ Noct might just have to hold hat class. He gives a nod to the description, pulling his journal out to at least right those features down.]

Right, okay, well, I'll let you know if I find anyone matching that description...and name.

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