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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[Mary all but skips beside him; due to their size difference, he definitely wouldn't have to change his stride. It's weird, but cute. Look at these two! Awww! But when they get to Town Hall and he makes his claim, she gapes.]

I do! I do wanna see!

[So she obliges him, handing over the drawing. Be careful, Daylight Man!]

Awesome! [ he'll do his best to make this cool as possible!

daylight takes the paper and carefully holds it in his servos, doing his best to not crumple it as he takes a few steps back from the town hall. he motions for mary to stand back, not wanting her to get hurt by this stunt. ]

Okay! One... Two.... Three!

[ with that, daylight takes a few long strides, trying to gain momentum for when he activates his jetpack, and he makes a giant leap forward-

-only for him to fall flat on his face, his jetpack's winglets fluttering uselessly behind him as he lands on the ground with a solid THUD. ]

[Mary screams in surprise, and most certainly not delight, which is the kind of scream she was anticipating making. Her hands fly to her cheeks as she darts over to him, temporarily abandoning her lantern.]

Oh no! Are you hurt?

[ upon hearing mary's scared scream and her worried questions, daylight, now motivated to move and not lie there in embarrassment, tries to immediately get back on his figurative feet. ]

Fine! Fine! I'm totally fine, I swear! [ he does visibly wince as he props himself onto his elbows and rolls to his back so he can sit up again, feeling his back strain after that jarring plop to the ground. ]

Okay... No... I definitely bruised my ego there. [ he sends an annoyed and confused look over to his shoulders, giving his wiggling winglets the good stinkeye. ] Why didn't my jetpack work...?

What's a jetpack?

[She didn't exactly have any science-related books in her collection back home, fictional or otherwise.]

Oh! It's, um, this thing here-

[ though more than ego has been possibly bruised from the more than stumble, daylight turns and shows mary his jetpack- it's the hub and winglets that happen to be attached to his back.

for some emphasis, he wiggles his winglets as he tries to explain the contraption. ] It's supposed to let me fly and cool do stuff- Like pin drawings up on the very top of buildings. I don't know why it isn't working anymore.

You can fly!

[What! Whaaat!]

Take me flying with you! Um, when it's working again! Please? Can I fly with you?

I can! I'm still practising some stuff that's not really that important, like landing, but yeah! You can go flying with me anytime you want.

... If I can get this to work, that is.

[ more concerned (and annoyed) with the fact his jetpack isn't on than the fact he acknowledges he crashes more than lands at the moment, daylight finally gets back on his pedes.

the second he's back to his full height, he begins to reach behind him to noisily slap his jetpack like that'll fix it. ] Hang on, Mary. Let's see if I can get this to turn on at all.

[Fortunately, Mary being quite small and of limited scope when it comes to things she's excited about, she's equally unconcerned with his lack of ability to stick his landings. She jumps, as if she'll be able to reach his jetpack and slap it herself.]

Let me know if I can help!

INTRO LOG: JULY

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