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

bonfire — later.

[unpredict]

[ kol loves entertainment, and watching a woman sit closely to the fire and slowly alight her shoelace was quite entertaining. it's a pity no one was actually lit, but beggars can't be choosers.

it takes him at least thirty minutes to come back to the bonfire when it's all done and she hasn't been turned to ash for him to approach her. standing by the bonfire with his arms crossed, he looks into the flames. ]

I highly recommend not trying to burn yourself to death.

[ been there twice, didn't like it. rates it 0/5 stars. ]

[magnitudes]

( At least she's a little more dry, by now, but her mood is still Not The Best. It could be argued that there were times when Sarissa's mood could be persistently Not The Best even when she was having an amazing time, admittedly, so her mood right now being in a similar state was probably the best that could be hoped for.

Arms crossed, toasty-boots now back on her feet (but with the laces tied stupidly thanks to getting singed shorter) Sarissa shoots him a sidelong glance. )

Well, I got some hypothermia earlier, I thought why not dabble. I can swing both ways.

[unpredict]

[ all kol does is purse his lips, as if he's considering the value of hypothermia balancing out almost burning to death. he has tried it once—on someone else, of course. wasn't quite as fun since it involved patience.

at least she's not dying all over again. it'd be a first for this place, he thinks.

all in good humour, he jokes, ] What's next? Will you stand beneath a cliffside and wait for an avalanche? Walk blindly throughout town to trip over a pothole? I can point you in the direction — [ kol looks behind her and cocks his head. ] — there's a horrible route out there.

[magnitudes]

Oh, man.

( Oh boy oh boy. The sound she makes is one of delighted indecision. How's a girl to choose? )

They all sound very tempting, and I've got commitment issues.

( This seems like a very healthy, normal kind of conversation for making new acquaintances. )

I mean... God, is there any chance of a piano bein' dropped from a great height? 'Cause I'd hate to miss out on that.

[unpredict]

[ he shakes his head, letting out a tut tut of disappointment. ] The only piano I've seen is at my place, and I haven't wired it to hang above the town to drop on an unsuspecting person yet.

[ kol has a slight preference for getting his own hands dirty. people can respect that in a villain, right? besides, why destroy a beautiful piano? it doesn't quite guarantee death, either, which only means he's wasted a piano.

he puts a lot of thought into all of his murders, even the ones that are proposed in jest.

fully turning so to face her, he looks down at her with a smile, ] When I do, I'll let you know. You can be first in line.

[magnitudes]

Oh, come on. What's a little instrument sacrifice between total strangers?

( Despite how totally shit this entire ordeal has been so far, she grins brightly at the stranger. She can appreciate a fellow sassquatch. )

Well, now you're bein' too generous. I'd offer you some bourbon, if I had any to offer. When I do, though--

( She points to him, with a significant look. First in line. )

[unpredict]

[ that earns a genuine smile from kol, one that actually isn't assigned to shit stirring and playing the part of a jokester. ] Kol.

[ just in case she has to, you know, i.d. him. going on the network and saying "the tall, dark, and handsome englishmen" may be descriptive enough, but some people here are delusional. ]

With a K. So you can call me when you've got that bourbon. I wouldn't want to drop a piano on your head because you gave it to Cole with a C.

[magnitudes]

Kol-with-a-K, nice to meetcha. Sarissa - with an 'S' and an 'Arissa'.

( She's a master of the cheery two-finger salute. )

I hear booze is the basis of all great friendships, so hopefully it turns up or this could get a bit awkward.

( Sarissa rubs her hand over her face, gently slapping her cheek a couple times to try and wake herself up a little more. ) So, Kol. Just how fucked are we, d'you reckon? Should I try get an express delivery on that piano?

[unpredict]

[ kol rubs his hand up his bicep, as if he's trying to warm himself. he does feel a little of the chill, but otherwise it's merely a way for him to cut out the restless energy that always inevitably builds inside of him—especially when it comes to talking about death and realms. ]

Given that this is the third death realm I've been in, this one isn't that bad. I'd rate it four stars for hospitality. [ there could be improvements, like higher thread count.

he decides to sit down, deeming sarissa with an s and an arissa suitable company. keeping his knees bent, he rests his arms across the top. ] It'd be best if you mentally prepare yourself for the bizarre, Sarissa with an 'Arissa'. And don't be stupid—it doesn't pay off here.

[ his response does lack the sense-of-humour flair. ]

[magnitudes]

Huh.

( "Huh" feels like about the only response she can offer that isn't melodramatic in some fashion. It's not that she feels melodrama is inappropriate, even, just that she's very very tired and needs more of a nap before she can muster the appropriate energy levels to really commit. )

That's unfortunate. Being stupid is kind of my signature move. Not so much a talent as uh, as a life calling, you know?

( Sarissa pauses, staring into the flames. Lightly, trying to rally, )

Third Death Realm sounds like a metal band.

[unpredict]

And one that didn't make it very far.

[ he can acknowledge and appreciate humour when it's successfully attempted. in his personal experience, he's hoping that that's the case for his third death. he hopes the saying "everything happens in threes" means that he gets resurrected a permanent third time, too.

despite the slightly gloomy path his thoughts travel down, kol remains as light as possible—and serious. he'll cut it out shortly and return to proposing dropping pianos on people. ]

Just make sure you try and familiarise yourself with what stupidity you can get away with here. One wrong move and all of this can be over. [ looking at her pointedly, eyebrows raised, ] Be stupid wisely.

[ there you go, he's back. ]

[magnitudes]

Amen.

( That would be so much better punctuated with a swig of bourbon. Geez Louise. Still, it seems like Kol maybe doesn't want to get weighed down with the heavy stuff - what the three death realms refers to might be a question for another day, presuming this wasn't all a very elaborate coma-haze, but it seemed a little too linear for that. And besides, if she asked someone within the dream about it, of course they'd deny it being a dream. Better to go along with it and try to figure it out however she could.

She does love a good dramatic-and-pointed eyebrow move, though. )

Words to live by, Sir Kol. ( Hah, sounds kinda like Circle. Amazing. She'll keep her amusement to herself. ) I already found out that falling off the side of the ferry leads to weird shit, but at least I survived the glowing... tentacle things.

[unpredict]

[ that pointed look transforms into narrowed eyes and an arched brow that isn't arched to prove a point. glowing tentacle things? kol likes to think himself knowledgeable, but he's been focusing on the spirits and people on land… not nessie. no one can blame an old af vampire from avoiding water, right? half of the people he knows have been trapped in coffins and have been drowning for decades over and over. (he did put one vampire in there...)

with a quick assessment of her, there only seems to be one plausible reason for it. ]

Did you fall in?

[ or did she get pushed? he wouldn't put it past some of the idiots here to actually do that to try and prove a point… or break the system again. ]

cw: ref to hypothermia, near drowning

[magnitudes]

No. Well--

( Sarissa is quiet a moment, as she gestures to her shirt. ) I tried to make a rope outta this, so I could hang off the side and get a better look. This lady, Miriam, she told me I was being a bit of a dickhead, but I was real stubborn about it.

( A breath, in and out, self-soothing. Self-steadying, specifically, as she thinks through it. ) I lost my grip and just... hit the water. She tried to grab me, like-- almost got me, too, but just got the lantern. The water was real cold, I think I was only in there a few seconds before I blacked out but there were these... these tendrils that was all lit up.

( Sarissa frowns for a few moments before dragging her gaze away from the flames to look back to Kol. ) I don't remember how I got back on the boat, hey.

[unpredict]

[ well.

she is a bit of a dickhead for using her shirt as a rope. when will people learn to use sturdier stuff? will it be before or after they learn not to run to the attic when being chased by a wild man? ]

Perhaps your shirt fished you out?

[ he's taking the piss—it's obvious by the way his eyebrows rise and his lips curve up. ]

Or the tentacle monster rescued you instead. I have heard Nessie is quite lovely.

[magnitudes]

I do take good care of my clothes. Use the finest detergent out there.

( She'll see that and raise it, Sir Kol.

And, a little tilt of her head, as she considers that. )

Oh, man. How do you thank a tentacle monster. Chocolates?