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

—shore

[webshoots]

[ peter's got an armful of groceries — yes, groceries, because it's been a long month, okay, and there'd been that lingering concern about whether or not they'd receive rations in the first place; it's topped off with that box of poptarts because — well, they are for him.

(but listen, he didn't actually ask for them. it's a long story.)

his lantern's by his feet in the sand, and he'd just been about to pick it up head back to the square because this is way less dramatic than it'd been last month, and since it doesn't look like they're going to starve any time soon, it'd probably be a good idea to get everything unloaded.

or at least, that'd been the plan.

there was something out there is what the kid says — and peter's attention shifts from him to the water and back again. his expression flickers briefly — of course there was something out there, they're in a creepy pocket dimension that's taken a few too many cues from stephen king. it's a thought that he doesn't vocalise, at least not yet. instead: ] —No. [ he answers; it's a statement, more than anything, because he's been on the beach and it's dark. a beat, then a flicker of curiosity, and— ] What did it look like?

[survivaltricks]

[what did it look like, Peter asks, and Akira wryly thinks to himself that he might have more details if a) it wasn't so damn dark, and b) the thing hadn't been completely submerged]

Shadowy.

[HELPFUL]

About as big as the ferry. It had glowing lights on its body, too.

[webshoots]

[ shadowy earns a sharp glance and a furrowing of his brow that says if akira hadn't just arrived, there'd probably be a interjection thrown his way. ]

Right, [ is what he settles on instead, the corners of his lips twitching slightly, before akira elaborates and okay, fine. ] That's new. [ he shifts the groceries from one arm to the other, and waves his now-free hand towards the ferry. ] Someone sunk the ferry last month, whatever you saw is probably the stop-gap. [ a beat. ] There was a dock, too, but I guess four weeks is only so much time, and figuring out how to stop people from immediately dying a second time is a priority over disembarkment protocol.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . well, that explains the lack of a dock. and why the engines took a moment or two to kick in. and why he is pretty sure that glowing creature (???) is what brought the ferry to shore in the first place]

Mind if I ask who blew up the newbie and supply boat?

[THAT SEEMS STUPID!! the ferry was jam-packed with food, clothing and other useful items. who would destroy that???]

[webshoots]

[ for as much as it'd been frustrating and annoying, and for as much as the sheer stupidity of it all had wound him up, he's not really interested in naming names. instead then, he lifts a shoulder in a loose shrug. a couple of idiots is the easy answer, but it's been a month, they're okay, they're not about to starve, so time to move on? time to move on.

(maybe.) ]

Blew up's exaggerrating a touch. [ he says instead. ] It's done and dusted, the who doesn't really matter — they'd wanted to see if they could sail the boat out of Beacon. [ a beat. ] The short answer is: no, but it probably helps if you sail in the right direction. [ and not, like, into a dock. but anyway! ] Did you read the guide yet?

[survivaltricks]

[well, it isn't like Akira is going to press for identities, here. he's a new arrival and he isn't the type to lecture; Peter's story is good enough for him. a breathless laugh escapes Akira's lips as he rakes a hand through his hair, head shaking slightly. he can't blame whoever is responsible for trying to use the boat that brought them in to find a way out.]

[it sounds like something he'd do, anyway. with less crashing into docks]

I did.

[he answers that question easily]

I'm sure there's a lot more to this place then what was in the guide, but it was still pretty helpful.