INTRO LOG: NOVEMBER

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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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Comments

III

[notthatjason]

[While not a new arrival it was no problem for Jason to fly over to the ferry. Last time he'd helped get supplies and people off the ferry and this seemed like a good use of his skill to do the same again.

There was a part of him that wished they'd really focused on repairing the stupid dock though.

Hey wait!

[Jason had flown over himself and just landed, though his flying was much different. A teenager carried on the wind. Some people compared it to Superman, though a few people here had likened it more to Peter Pan. He preferred the Superman reference, but the point was the wind was his to command and took him where he needed to go.

At any rate, when he saw the man about to go overboard he'd wanted to stop him. He'd blinked and could have sworn he saw wings though and then the man was gone. However, there was no splash and Jason rushed over to the railing he'd previously stood on. He was about to do a quick fly over the water, but out of nowhere the man appears again and Jason jerks backwards in surprise. He swears he catches the shadow of wings again, but can't be sure if it's just the fog and the lights from the lanterns.

It's probably not that. He looks from the man, to the ferry, out to the water, and back.]

That was really fast for flying.

[freetobe]

[ Castiel waits, and observes the young man. Or... man, at any rate. There's something in him. Castiel can't quite place it. Even the familiar is unfamiliar in this place, everything half a step removed from what he's used to. Something about this man feels divine. and something in Castiel is hard-wired to follow the call of divinity.

Except this isn't God's grace, and the way angels are coded seems to recognize that. Even Castiel, who is a poor example of an angel, knows he has little reason to bow to divinity that did not create him. ]

It's the only way I know how to fly.

[notthatjason]

I...[What do you say to that?]...well okay. I've just only really seen gods move that fast.

[Specifically the gods associated with the four winds. But it was really flying then. It was more like he blinked and the man was gone, but he didn't call it teleporting.]

[freetobe]

[ Castiel nods, slowly. He still looks at Jason as if trying to take his measure. ]

Is that trace of divinity on you inherent, then, or gained by exposure?

[notthatjason]

[The phrasing of the question throws him off momentarily, but he gets the gist of it soon enough.]

Inherent. I'm a demigod, son of Jupiter.

[He almost reaches for his sleeve, but stops himself. There's really no need to show the tattoo marking since the only people that means anything to aren't here. Jason is now full attentive though.]

Most people don't think to ask that...[There's some hesitation, he had met other beings that WEREN'T gods, so it could be tied to that, but the man hadn't denied Jason's observation about 'I've only seen gods move that fast.'] How were you able to tell?

[freetobe]

I'm an angel of the Lord.

[ Different corner of religion. Castiel cannot claim divinity for himself, even though he did once declare himself the new god. Mad with the raw power of hundreds of thousands of souls from Purgatory mingling with his grace.

It wasn't a good time. ]

I've not had personal dealings with your pantheon, but my kind... we see the true nature of most beings. My senses are greatly dulled here, but even in darkness as this I suppose divinity is hard to shroud.

[ From celestial senses at least. ]

[notthatjason]

Well. That's...[He searches for a word to use here. He'd met a lot of gods, monsters, and other beings, but they were mostly if not all within his pantheon. Beacon was certainly pushing the boundaries. He searches for an adequate word, but fails for a moment.]... surprising. But I think there might also be another angel in Beacon.

[He sounds unsure, but mostly because that angel-like being had a more stereotypical way of flying and the wings were much clearer. Of course, he'd never directly ASKED Aziraphale if he was actually an angel, he just knew based on appearance and some of the things he had said when they'd been repairing the church. He certainly wasn't as straight forward about it as this guy.

It made him wonder if, like the Greek/Roman split, there might be different versions of angels based on belief systems. If the Greek/Roman gods could take on different characteristics, then couldn't the different denominations? Man that would be a headache and honestly not something worth delving into right now.]

Until now I hadn't dealt with...beings outside of the Greek and Roman pantheon either, but this place likes to mix things up so I guess it was only a matter of time before different mythologies started getting thrown together. As far as I know, usually we all like to keep separate.

[He wondered if he was better at manipulating the Mist, like his sister or Hazel, that he would be able to sense these beings. Mostly he had to just keep his eyes open.]

This place also messes with people's abilities, I guess angels get included in that as well.

[freetobe]

It would appear so. My grace has been entrapped in the lantern that, as I understand it, keeps me alive in this world.

[ Or the closest equivalent to alive, at any rate.

Castiel wonders if the demigod knows what happened at the last bigger gathering of other deities in a small hotel in the United States.

Lucifer walked away from that the victor.

There's a stiffness in Castiel's limb - it seeps into him at the mention of another angel. But Castiel does not comment for now. ]

Vast forces must be at work to entrap the likes of two angels and a son of Jupiter.

[notthatjason]

[Jason's eyes widen slightly at the mention of the lantern trapping an angel's grace. That sounded...uncomfortable. It also reminded him a little too much of when Juno had been caught in that cage by Gaea, her power slowly draining. He knew the lanterns were tied to their lives somehow, but he hadn't really thought of it as a way of trapping them until now. Of course, how else would you capture a mostly immortal being if not through some very powerful means.]

That's one way of putting it. [He hesitates and then admits.] I tried contacting him...or really any of the gods. They weren't responsive. I think we're on our own here.