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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[Putting everything into words is going to be difficult even now. Or maybe it's even harder. None of them were very open with their feelings in the past and now, with the fact that they are dead, it is only making things worse.

Ignis pours some coffee for Prompto as well, pushing the mug across the counter towards him.]

Nothing specific. [He frowns, making the scar around his eye more prominent.] However, the story about the woman at the Lighthouse is giving me a very bad feeling.

[ he smiles a little at the gesture, grateful to put his hands around something warm. maybe it was just him, but ever since he'd woken up here, he'd felt kind of off. not in a super noticeable way, just enough to keep his mind on edge. ]

You mean with the reset thing? [ prompto tries not to frown too. ] Yeah, it's – I dunno. Sounds kinda crazy, if you ask me. [ or like a video game, but this isn't one of those. it's their afterlife. or something. ] I wonder if we'll ever see her...

[No, it definitively isn't only Prompto. Perhaps the afterlife is not going to be sunshine and rainbows in general, but he didn't expect this world of darkness. Didn't they go through enough already...? Ignis takes a long sip of his drink-]

Yes. It is a worrying thought. Where are those that came before us? What became of them? [He doesn't want to alarm Prompto or spread panic but if he doesn't point it out, it might make things worse later.]

The men that greeted us at the shore didn't offer much information either. They seem lucky enough to still be around.

[ those are thoughts better suited for someone not him. he could make assumptions, but sometimes, his imagination gets carried away. and the things he could come up with would be too much to deal with. so, he can't say it's not alarming. he's just choosing what to overthink about, but the longer they dwell on it, the worse it starts to grow in the back of his head.

were they going to end up like that? what about... everything else? ]

I don't think I got much out of 'em either, so I'm guessing we're gonna be in that same boat. [ he blows on his coffee and then takes a sip of it. ] What if we started checking out all the places we can safely get to? Maybe there's something just laying around for us to find.

[ that's how it works in video games, when they're just starting a quest. because the longer they're here, the less real it all feels. ]

Hmmm...

[The fact that their "greeters" looked quite nonchalant about it all and didn't tell them why resets happened and how to stop it from happening again is a red alarm in Ignis' head. But he keeps silent because he doesn't want to throw assumptions around if the guys are innocent. Maybe they don't actually know what they did wrong. Which is why he wants a chat with that lady at the lighthouse.]

Indeed. We ought to start with Town Hall and then check the Church. They say there's nothing special in there but perhaps we can find some visual clues.

Eat. You'll need strength.

Sounds like a good plan to me. I wonder if we'll find anything...

[ he trails off, thinking about it as he sips on his coffee a little more, and the comment ignis makes causes him to look up. it's only the slightest pause, nodding as he settles in for some toast. ]

I really missed this, you know. [ he flushes and shakes his head. ] Your cooking, I mean. All of us together. Even if we're in a weird place like this.

Town Halls usually have Archives and documents. I intend to comb through them, see what they have in store.

[Ignis blinks, then smiles, shifting to lean back against the counter. If what Prompto told him was true and he was one year into the darkness then... it must've been really lonely.]

So long we have ingredients, I will cook for you all. It always makes me happy seeing you enjoy the meals I prepare.

[ he nods in response, staring into his coffee a little harder than he should. prompto wants to tell him the truth about... everything. he's sure, more than anything, that ignis would understand the most, but it's too daunting right now. too scary. (maybe he'll just never grow out of that.) ]

I'll help with that too. If there's anything you need, all you gotta do is say so. [ as long as we're together. ] We're here for each other, right?

[It would be a lot to handle, that's for sure, but Ignis is not inexperienced when it comes to such things. He'll be confused, without a doubt, but he would still believe him because Prompto has no reason to lie. Ignis will just need a moment to accept it on a logical level. He's just that type of guy.]

Thank you, Prompto. [Ignis nods, smiling reassuringly.] And of course. We'll always be there for one another.

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