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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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Welcome to Beacon;

What was the last thing he remembered...? Oh right. That gun shot. He was facing Shido's cognitive version of himself, but he wasn't going down without a fight. It was clear that he had miscalculated in his plans. Either way it didn't seem to matter because now everyone was going to find out he was a fraud and the Phantom Thieves of Heart were going to be the heroes... again. Adored by all and held in high regards. Meanwhile he was going to be reported missing after dying in the Metaverse. It was laughable at best.

To think his downfall was all because of one little slip up about pancakes. You couldn't trust anybody... Not even yourself. That much was apparent when his cognitive self was perfectly fine with taking the blame for Shido and then taking his own life. To Goro, he seemed like the puppet here, but it was very well likely that he -- despite the discontent he felt with the whole situation -- had been a puppet from the very beginning. He wanted to believe that he'd acted on his own will and made it this far on his own strength, but at some point he lost his ability to realize he wasn't really in control of his actions. Just as he had manipulated a good amount of people in his own interests, he too had been manipulated over time by Shido. That really bit him in the ass, now didn't it?

What now? Was there an after life? If there was a heaven or hell, there was definitely no way he was going to grow a pair of wings to sport that shiny new halo; Not after everything he had done. There was a saying that life flashed before your eyes before you died, but there was no way to scientifically prove that when those who experienced it were dead. Part of him believed that those people he'd killed with his abilities would be here waiting for him to give him a piece of their minds. The shoe was on the other foot now.

When he first woke up on the ship, he didn't think about much. He was dead, so it wasn't likely that anything that happened would mean anything to him now. He just lied there lost in his own mind for a while trying to take it all in stride. When he finally decided to move and see what he was supposed to do now, it didn't take long for him to notice how dark it was. He could have simply woke up during the night time or... something. The swaying of the boat didn't seem out of place, considering he had died on a cruise liner. The foghorn in the distance was loud enough to distract him from his thoughts, looking through the tiny window.

Looking around, he searched the small cabin for any sort of light switch, but there was nothing. If the boat had switches, nothing happened. Glancing over to look at the lantern, he noticed the tablet next to it. There was some pretty advanced technology out there, but he hadn't seen something this advance. Those thoughts would just have to wait. Grabbing the tablet and lantern, he went outside to examine his surroundings. There was a pier in the distance, but it was hard to see with this dark atmosphere.

So the ferry arrived to shore, but there doesn't seem to be a way off. That's.... not good. Goro hadn't even considered checking the stock yet. He had other things to worry about right now. How the hell was he going to get off of here and onto dry land? It looked swimmable, but wasn't there any other option here? Now taking the time to investigate the boat, there seemed to be a door welded shut. What were they hiding in there to weld it shut? Something valuable probably.

In The Night;

Now that head finally docked and reached land, it was time to figure out why he was here in the first place. It was pretty dark out and save for the red light the lighthouse gave off and the lantern he found near his bed, it was hard to make much out. With his outfit in tatters and a dark cape behind him, he really seemed to blind in the darkness. All save but his destroyed helmet, there wasn't much for bright colors to pick him out of the darkness. Maybe that was better for him at the moment. He wasn't 100% sure that he wanted to be seen just yet before figuring out where he could possibly be.

Eventually with no luck or progress upon figuring things out on his own, he'll eventually have to ask for help. So at some point if he sees you, you'll see a dark figure approach you apprehensively.

"Excuse me. Can I ask you a few questions?" It's a simple question, but he doesn't seem all that emotional right now. It was more like he was numb. There was a lot to take in and no answers at the moment. While he didn't seem to show much emotion in his approach, internally he's going through a multitude of emotions, all being suppressed by his fake facade for the sake of getting answers. He could have a freak out later when he's somewhere private and alone.

My Talent Exceeds Yours;
[Feel free to use any other prompt you'd like. I'm open to anything while I try to settle into the game.]

[OOC: I'm going to be slow on replies since I'm currently at a convention and it's 3am right now, so I may be losing my mind as I write this intro. I'll do my best to respond as much as I can this weekend since I'm excited to be here, but here's my OOC Intro for more information~]

Edited 2019-11-02 08:57 (UTC)

[It had been a miserable week. Two weeks? Maybe the last month had sucked so hard, it's a wonder a giant sucking vacuum didn't just appear our of nowhere and just sucked the whole town up.

So really, fucking miserable.

And of course, the ferry sank. That was a thing that happened, and the fallout had been-- well, it happened and pretty much everyone had done what they could to save the new people and the supplies, but the town was still down on just about everything except the really gross stuff. If the ferry hadn't come. Come back? Was it the same one?

There's really no to tell.

Quentin still goes down to where the docks used to be, to see what would happen and to get out of the cabin for a little while. To greet the new people, in case there were any, and to be first in line for the supplies - because reasons. Also, alcohol.

So, his mind is on that, just strolling towards the splinted docks, then the voice comes and he blinks rapidly, turning.]

Uh, hi. Yeah, sure. You can ask.

[It seemed this man was familiar with the area, so he should have some answers.]

This may sound strange, but... where are we? [For all he knew, he should be dead right now.]

Edited (I changed the wording, but not all of it. Whoops.) 2019-11-04 05:05 (UTC)

Beacon.

[Pat answer, and Quentin sighs, running a hand through his hair.]

This is Beacon. You died, so-uh, sorry about that? And you ended up here, like all the rest of us. We-- there should be something about it on your tablet, but-- uh. Don't ever leave your lantern behind. This is very important, this new life we have, it's tied to the lantern. So keep it close? And--and there are spirits here? Some of them are kind of okay? And some of them will kill you, so.

[He huffs, shifting on his feet.]

[Beacon. Okay... Well there's something to start with. So basically this was an afterlife. There was no way he'd forget that he'd been shot. All of his mixed emotions are still pent up and brewing inside him, but this wasn't the time nor the place to start spilling his heart out.]

The tablet huh... I did see it off to the side, but I wasn't sure if it was left for me. [He'll have to scan through it later then.]

[This seemed a bit absurd, but he died to Shido's cognitive Akechi and became a puppet. He died to himself in the end. The Metaverse was pretty weird, so perhaps it was best not to put much stock into what was normal or not at this point..?]

Sounds like you have some experience with dealing with them.

You should keep that one close by, too? Because sometimes important things pop up on it? Or, like, warnings? If--uh, if someone is in trouble, or found something?

[Quentin shakes his head, hands stuffed in to his pockets as he keeps his eyes the treeline.]

No? Not really? I mean, I stay in the cabin or at the library, and those places are-- safer?

I'm assuming it acts as a communication device then.

Do things tend to get dangerous here from time to time?

[He didn't seem like the time to go out willingly in danger, but it was too soon to really say. Still, it would be good to know what he was getting himself into. After all, he didn't know what to expect after death.]

It--uh, yes? It's got a map on it? Of the town? There's also a text app, where you can write messages to people, or, if you want, you can call them? There's-- oh, there's Sudoku! And an app to keep track of sleep cycles and to keep having a schedule, since. Uh, since there's never a sun here? It's always dark, and that can really screw you up if you're not careful.

[At that Quentin's head snaps back around, jaw clenched and hands waving a little. It's not that he doesn't want the new person to know? Exactly? But, there's also the possibility of it freaking him the fuck out and sends him hurtling off in to the woods.]

Sometimes? But, I guess that depends on what you think is dangerous?

[At the mention of Sudoku and a few other options the tablet had, he couldn't help that small chuckle escaping his lips.]

Funny. Death decided to give us the chance to play Sudoku. [And at the second part.] I guess it depends on what happens. I'm sure whatever it is, I'll manage.

Goro Akechi | OTA (Spoilers of near end game. Let me know if you want to avoid them)

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