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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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[there's a pause as Akira tries to remember the patterns of the lights he saw. they're difficult to describe, but. . .]

At first they were circular. Like they were lighting up a cylinder that was jutting out of the shadow's body.

[that]

[doesn't make much sense, but hey. he tries!!!]

And then once the cylinder disappeared, the entire creature's body lit up with lightning-shaped patterns. Or maybe vein-shaped. . .?

[extremely eerie, either way! being a newcomer, Akira couldn't say whether what he saw was a spirit or not. but he can say it piqued his interest enough that he wants to look further into it]

I think it's what got the ferry moving, though whether it followed us to shore, I can't say. It disappeared pretty quickly after we started moving.

[ He and Sora had been out there, had followed the ferry as far as they could before losing sight of it— and they hadn't seen anything like that. Only the choppy waves and the rain, and that strange, black figure standing on the waves that Vanitas had felt himself shy from interacting with after his last encounter with an unknown entity.

It could be the distance from that time is making him bolder, feeling the flicker of desire to go out and find the answers himself. Or maybe its his growing, desperate need to fill up this emptiness growing inside of him.

Why did it help them? Was it a spirit? Was it related the World Eaters in some way? To that figure he'd seen?

Thinking of it too much makes his head ache. Or maybe that's the hangover. This is the first time he's left the museum in probably a week. Vanitas squints out at the ferry, and this time it has more to do with his headache than his curiousity. Derisively, he says: ]

You're probably lucky it didn't capsize your boat. Would've been pretty pathetic to die again before you ever made it to shore.

[some people might take that as a callous comment considering everyone's circumstances. but Akira?]

Ah. Good. I'm glad I saved face as a new arrival who didn't die before making it to shore.

[. . . Akira responds in a bland, even tone that makes it difficult to tell whether he took Vanitas's comment seriously or not]

[(he didn't. for the record)]

I can't have people thinking I'm not cool.

[ Vanitas doesn't really care either way, but maybe part of that is because he's exhausted and putting the effort into really digging in and finding what makes this guy tick isn't high on his list of priorities at the moment. Normally, it's something he relishes, but he's sure he'll have plenty of time to lay into him later if he wants to do it. ]

Doesn't really matter. If you died out there you probably wouldn't have come back.

[ That's how Robin made it sound, anyway. Vanitas' eyes flick the length of the other guy again before turning back out to the water, watching the first of his Unversed slither off the deck of the ferry and start buoying a crate back toward the beach. ]

[well. it's kinda tough for a newbie like Akira to argue with that one, so he just huffs an mused noise instead, his neutral expression breaking as a slight grin appears on his features]

But I didn't.

[so. . . no point in dwelling on it now]

[there's a pause. a moment of silence as Akira watches a crate slide off of the ferry and be moved towards the shore]

Is that you, by the way?

[ Vanitas, just by nature of what he is, can't help but dwell. Dwelling is how negativity breeds and that's what he feeds off of. That said, it's not impossible to distract him— and the guy's next question is just the right kind to divert him. ]

It's part of me.

[ He says around a smirk, keeping his attention forward. As one crate nods toward the shoreline, not far behind it another hits the water, but it's only once it's out of the water the Unversed appears. In the low light, and wet, it's a deep purple with eyes that almost seem to glow— or as much as anything can light up in this world. It wends it's way up the beach, pushing the crate and creating a long track from the water to where Vanitas is standing. ]

[ah--]

A part of you?

[like a Persona? is the question that remains unasked, though Akira has to bite his tongue to keep the words from tumbling out of his mouth]

How so?

[that'll get him the clarification he is seeking without giving away too much, he thinks]

[ Once the crate is at his boots, the Unversed turns around silently and slithers back toward the water. Vanitas crouches down to examine what it brought up. ]

They are what I feel, creatures made of darkness. Negative emotion. They're called Unversed.

[ He searches for a seam to pop open the crate as he talks. ]

They're under my control.

[creatures made of darkness. . . negative emotion. like Shadows, almost. the other side of the Persona coin]

Mmm.

[on instinct, Akira crouches near the crate as well, running his hand across one side also searching for a way to pop off the lid. helping!!]

Do a lot of people here have supernatural abilities like that one?

[ Vanitas shoots him a look that's very sharp when the other guy crouches down to touch the crate. He looks about half a second away from hitting him, to slap his hands away from the crate. Unlike almost everyone else in this town, Vanitas isn't keen on cooperation, or on sharing— but if this crate doesn't have something that interests him, then he doesn't care if the other guy wants to get his paws all over it.

So he doesn't lash out for the time being. That said, the lid of the crate is on pretty securely. It'll probably need a tool to open. ]

If you mean magic, yes. But nobody here can do what I can do.

[ With the Unversed, at least. Riku can do the kind of magic Vanitas does, but he's the only one. He doesn't count that dark girl, because whatever she is, however similar it might be to Vanitas— it isn't similar enough for him to really hunt after the answer of what she is, and their magic doesn't act the same. ]

[a tool Akira definitely doesn't have and, as of right now, has no idea where to get. a sigh and he stands up again, after patting the box on the lid a little forlornly]

Magic is included in that umbrella, but it sounds like you're pretty unique.

Can they open this box?

[ It doesn't exactly stroke his ego to be spoken to that way, but Vanitas can't deny the satisfaction he gets from the vindication of being right. He is unique. Nothing is like him, simple because of the way he was created; and it furthers his own perception of his place in the world. Whether that's good or not...

He stands up and gives the other boy a queer look, like he's said something particularly dense. ]

Why would I get them to do that? What a waste of time.

[ Instead, he puts his hand to the side and summons Void Gear in a flash of darkness. For a second, it looks like maybe he'll just smash the crate completely, but instead he wedges the end of it into the lip of the crate and pries the top off with a loud crack of wood splintering. The main part keeps it's shape, but the lid is a lost cause. ]

[a waste of time, he says, right before summoning a very fancy weapon that is probably not built to be a crowbar. Akira can't help it; his mouth twitches, and he lets out a huffed noise of amusement]

Ah, of course. Fancy key weapons are much better at getting the job done.

[ Vanitas doesn't answer, casting away his weapon and starting to dig through the crate. Unfortunately for Vanitas at least, nothing in here is of interest to him. He can tell his Unversed to bring him crates, but it isn't like they're intelligent enough to pick and choose. This one seems to have heaps of clothing that somehow, miraculously, aren't wet. Vanitas picks up a brightly colored jumper, then drops it back into the wood. ]

You can have this.

[ He says dismissively, standing up. ]

Better take what you want before everyone else wants you to share.

[ Which is not a thing Vanitas is clearly interested in doing. ]

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