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INTRO LOG: NOVEMBER

INTRO LOG: NOVEMBER
OLD FAT BOAT

characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, and around town.
date/time: november 1-3.
content: the ferry's back! yay! and it's piled high with goodies! yay!
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.

•••

To everyone's surprise, the ferry does indeed arrive on schedule. Right on time, it comes chugging along toward the beach, though its usually noisy engines are silent. And it seems to be sitting quite low in the water... Hmm.

Unfortunately for those unlucky enough to find themselves onboard, there isn't yet a replacement dock for the one that was destroyed last month. The ferry stops right where it would normally anchor, but then... that's it.

Logistically, there's good news and bad news: The good news is that the ferry is only about 25-30 feet from shore, which is well within the safety of the harbor and is a manageable distance for swimming with an open flame. The bad news? It's... 25-30 feet from shore, which is going to make unloading supplies, er, tricky.

The usual monthly stock has also come in, but, oh, what's this? There's an awful lot in the cargo hold. An awful, awful lot. As a matter of fact, the boat is absolutely filled with food and goods. The storage areas are packed tight, but the bounty spills out onto the decks, and even into the cabins. It's entirely possible that some of the newbies woke up surrounded by potatoes, or with a carton of eggs balanced on them. Maybe even in a pile of Beacon's signature standard clothing. In short, the ferry has become a proverbial horn of plenty.

Where all this stuff came from is one mystery, but another is how to get it all to shore. Better unload it before the weight sinks the ferry again! Just kidding. (Or are we?)

At a glance, the only thing out of place on the ferry is that the door to the bridge is welded shut. Seems a small price to pay for this resurrection though, doesn't it? Besides that one door and all these goodies piled high on the ship, it's almost as if the ferry crash never even happened. Maybe things will be okay after all?

Or maybe the new arrivals will have something to say about that. 🤔

And speaking of newcomers, the tablet and the town have some resources available for getting acquainted with their new situation! In fact, as soon as they're prompted to enter a network username, an app containing all sorts of useful welcome information will launch. Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records in town hall as well, and everyone's welcome to get in touch with the NPCs through their inboxes.

ooc.

Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! For this intro log, you are officially without a chaperone. Rastus is back at the bonfire, Will is characteristically elusive, and Robin is, well, you know where she's at. It's up to the veteran residents to fill in the new folks.

As hinted above, it's also up to veteran residents (and newbies alike) to figure out the missing dock situation. Some efforts have already been started to rebuild the structure, but until that's done, the logistics are in your hands! Swim for it, fly for it, teleport to the beach, or maybe use one of the rafts or boats built earlier to shuttle people to and fro. Whatever you do, just make sure you get all the cargo (and people!) off the ferry before it departs.

As an additional note: We will NOT be tracking how you do all of that! There's no need to report salvage efforts to us, as by now, we trust y'all players to make things happen. So long as we see these challenges getting addressed ICly, we'll assume the town came together and figured it out somehow. Nice work, everyone!

DELIVERIES

The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:

The monthly store restock
A smorgasbord of other items; though limited in scope to the items typically found in the restock/stores, there's an abundance of everything.
And that's it. With the fate of the ferry uncertain, Rastus was unable to order deliveries last month. :(
...Except for a single box of blueberry Poptarts for Peter Parker.

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arrival

[Well, Newt can swim, so that's lucky, he supposes... But before he disembarks from the ferry, he's going to learn everything he possibly can about his new situation—like, where the hell he even is, for starters. Last thing he remembers is drifting with Mutavore's brain, and then... he woke up here, apparently having missed some super crazy shit happening as the ferry rolled in. Already off to an amazing start.

Right, so, he's sitting crosslegged on the roof of the ferry's bridge, going through every bit of info his tablet has to offer. And should you try to unload any of the supplies in the big pile he used to climb up here...]

Hey! Leave that there. There's plenty of other crap to unload.

[Someone's crabby.]

beach

[Then, later, he's drenched and lying on the beach like an angry starfish, his lantern and tablet chucked unceremoniously into the sand next to him.]

I don't recognize these stars.

[He says it absently. Is he talking to you? Tough to say. In any case, given the tone, it seems that the stars are the thing that tips him off to being well and truly fucked. Super!]

bonfire square

[And now he's hunkered in Bonfire Square, sitting at the edge of the bonfire much to Rastus's annoyance, trying to take apart his lantern with some pliers. He should not being doing this, especially given that this brand of nonsense was what landed him here in the first place, but that isn't stopping the pursuit of knowledge.]

You got a magnet or something?

[It's muffled, said around the screwdriver clenched between his teeth. He's not making much progress in his quest to dismantle his life force or whatever you want to call it.]

wildcard

[hit me with whatever! newt can be found flitting about grumpily pretty much anywhere in town, given that he's loathe to be unfamiliar with his surroundings. otherwise, if you want to plan something, catch me on plurk or discord or my ooc intro!]

[Mary slithers up beside him like a sand snake, nestling into the sand on her elbows before flipping over to look up at the stars, laying down in the opposite direction from Newt. She's covered in sand, doesn't care, and folds her hands primly on her stomach.]

Is that bad?

[...That's a fair question, honestly. He contemplates it a minute.]

Yeah, I mean, in a sense? Not knowing where the hell you are... That's pretty bad, if you ask me.

[Also, hey, child.]

[Hello, adult.]

It's not that bad if you aren't alone. It's scarier when you're lost and alone.

[And she thinks the stars are pretty, anyway. It's better to have them than to not have them.]

[That sure is her lab door ajar as Rosalind comes up the pathway.

It's not entirely unusual. The door sticks, requiring a far harder shove than you'd expect in order to stay closed. But someone nosing around wouldn't know that, would they? Which begs the question: what kind of idiot is poking around her lab? Surely all who've been here know better-- and the newcomers ought to be preoccupied with their own deaths for at least a day or two.

But here we are.

She nudges the door open and oh, there he is: staring around her lab as though he's evaluating it, bold as brass.]

Do you always break into someone's private laboratory, or has death rendered you somehow unable to observe common social niceties?

[He starts when her voice suddenly cuts through the silence of the dark lab, letting out a wholly undignified yelp. Hello, Rosalind. Welcome to Newt.]

Jeez, don't sneak up on a guy like that. This is your lab?

[He glances around, though it's not like he can see much. This place is dark as hell and he hasn't gotten used to that yet.]

The door wasn't locked.

[Was it? If it was, it wasn't locked well.]

We've a population of less than a hundred. If someone's attempting to break in, I like to know who-- and more importantly, why.

[She steps towards him. She's shorter, albeit by only a few inches, but the way she moves suggests that somehow, she'll still come out on top in a conflict. This is via sheer force of personality; she's not nearly so good at fighting yet.]

Care to explain yourself?

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You recognize every start in the sky?

( that's a vast array of knowledge if that's the truth. ambrose hasn't really looked at the stars enough to recognize anything other than a few constellations. )

Maybe they're just stars you haven't seen before.

[That gets an eyeroll.]

Same thing. I don't recognize this layout of stars, which means we're not somewhere I'm familiar with, which sucks!

Well, you're dead.

( so... )

Things would be different here, wouldn't they?

[Cranky. He understands cranky. The sheer normalcy of being snapped at by someone who doesn't seem to have any reason to be doing so is such a relief in the strangeness he's almost charmed.]

It's not going to stay indefinitely, hope you have, um, some modicum of backup plan, there.

I always have a backup plan.

[False.]

Have you read this thing yet?

[He waves his tablet. One does not simply "read" a tablet, but presumably he's talking about the app with the welcome information.]

I did. And now I'm moving boxes.

[He fully intends to ask questions and maybe freak out a little in a bit, but things need to get done. Such is life.]

[Ashford only barely managing to keep himself sitting up right had been quietly watching this strange little man work with interest. For all that Newt's actions might be ill-advised, Ashford appreciates seeing some sort of initiative and technical skill]

I might.

[He moves a hand to his tool belt and starts rummaging through one of the pouches.]

Wha' you want it for?

[Also, if this man gets himself obliterated Ashford can learn from his failure without suffering any consequences himself. He sees no particular risk here.]

[That's so much credit you're giving him there, Ashford. In any case, Newt holds up his lantern. "Lantern". It's more like a lava lamp, a lantern-sized capsule filled with glowing green liquid and some sort of... spinning screw thing in the middle.]

I want to see if I can get a reaction out of that crap inside. Here, hand over the magnet. I'll show you.

[He holds out a hand. Gimme.]

[Klaes glances between the magnet and Newt before shrugging a shoulder and dropping it into the man's palm]

And what you think that's gonna prove?

[Jo is no stranger to words mumbled around tools, or by tools, but the question makes her pause. She studies Newt for a moment before shaking her head.]

No. Why do you need a magnet?

They tend to be different across dimensions.

[ Castiel is nearby, not looking over. He stands, studies the tablet, and dislikes it profoundly. His lantern, if Newt looks, might be interesting - blue stained glass, certainly, but behind it a white blue light that moves and swirls, somewhere between gaseous and liquid in consistency. ]

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INTRO LOG: NOVEMBER

newt geiszler | ota!

stars n shit

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ES BEGINNT

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beach

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arrival

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Bonfire Square

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Bonfire Square

stars