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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[ Lucky for Riku that she's sharp and imaginative, because Riku's not exactly great at this. He's not a natural at befriending everyone like Sora. ]

There you go.

[ This time, Riku smiles, as much encouraged by her enthusiasm at the idea as he'd hoped she might be encouraged by the opportunity. ]

Something to brighten things up around here. Right?

Yes! Everything is better with flowers!

[Mary claps her hands together.]

But would you like me to help you fix the holes, too?

You sure? These are pretty heavy.

[ It's not the only thing to do, though. After a moment to consider the options available, Riku clarifies: ]

You'll get your hands covered in sand, but I could use help filling in the gaps once I've put a stone down. You alright with that?

I can do it! Yeah! I'll do my best!

[She will roll in mud if she has to! Screw the rules!]

You can count on me, Riku!

[ No, Mary, no rolling in mud necessary. Riku climbs to his feet, wiping his half-gloved hands. As he takes up his satchel of sand to sling it across his back, he points. ]

Thanks.

[ He doesn't know about her, but he always feels better with something to do, to keep his mind busy. ]

The next pothole is over there. Let's see if this stone can patch it up, ok?

Okay!

[Her lantern swings in her hands as she darts over to the indicated area. Mary, reporting for duty!]

Hey, hey! Is this what they call...community service?

Depends. Sometimes community service is to make up for doing something wrong.

[ Is Riku speaking from personal experience? Who knows. It's possible he got up to some serious mischief in his early teenage years. Light knows he definitely got up to some awful stuff as a teenager proper. ]

It'll help people out a little.

[ Nobody wants to roll (or break) their ankle stepping into a pothole in the dark. ]

Oh...

[Strange! Shouldn't people want to do nice things for others without getting in trouble, first? Mary decides not to think too much about it as she sits down beside the pothole.]

Clumsy people, like Rosi!

[ You'd think, Mary. But not everyone has a sense of community. Destiny islanders don't have a lot of space to share with each other, so they're pretty considerate.

Clumsy people, like... Riku's eyebrows lift in realization. ]

You mean that really tall guy?

[ A moment later, he smothers a puff of laughter behind his fist, remembering the way they met, and how he almost lost his lantern in the water. ]

Yeah, he is.

Yes! The one with a big smile, like this!

[She uses her fingers to stretch her smile as wide as she can in an example.]

I love him!

[ When he met him, he was rather somber. But then, so's Riku. Maybe the man has a soft spot for kids.

The man definitely made a positive impression on Mary. Swinging his satchel of sand against his shoulder, Riku steps over towards the other pothole, meaning to eventually set down his burden. ]

Sounds like he was nice to you. That's good. I think we're gonna be stuck here together for a while.

INTRO LOG: JULY

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