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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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[Of course there wasn't a cleaning droid to take care of his wet clothes in the laundry facilities. He wasn't sure if a fire would be sufficient to dry out thick wool but it was better than standing around cold.

He followed Javert along the path towards the village. He couldn't see very much, everything was shrouded in darkness, so he turned his attention back to the path so he didn't trip on something.]

I'm Hux.

[He wasn't sure if anyone knew of him or the First Order here so he decided to be careful about how much information he disclosed until he could figure that out.]

Where did you come from?

France, the 19th century.

( That may mean something to him, or it may not. Javert's met with all sorts of people in his short time here, some who are from Earth and some who are from another place entirely. He walks the path ahead of them like he's traversed it a hundred times, craning his head back to say, )

I cannot even begin to guess where you've come from.

( His garb isn't anything Javert has seen before, but that's not particularly shocking. )

I've never heard of a planet or system by that name, no.

[He wasn't sure what 19th century referred to but perhaps it was what natives on that planets used to measure time instead of the galactic calendar.

He could see light in the distance, he assumed that was the village. The stars were bright overhead and he wasn't optimistic about where he found himself.]

I just came from a planet called Crait, somewhere in the Outer Rim.

( The names aren't any Javert is familiar with, though he catalogs them away for later regardless. It's helpful to know as much as he can about other worlds, other people. Even here, it's become a habit of his to investigate, to gather as much information as he can just in case it proves useful. )

France is the name of my homeland. Earth is the planet on which it resides.

( The town is slowly coming into view. Javert falls silent a moment as they approach, wondering, )

Tell me, is Crait anything at all like this?

I've only seen a small part of Crait. I've only been there a few minutes to oversee something. But no, it's very different. The part of the planet I was on was just salt flats and what looked like to be old mining operations which had been abandoned years ago.

[He wasn't fond of Crait even from his limited time there. He was sure there was still some salt on the bottom of his boots and coat, it seemed to get everywhere. He preferred the clean environment of his ship where there was no dirt and nature.]

I rarely go planetside, most of my time is spent on my ship where I oversee the rest of the fleet and army.

( So he's like Dr. Ingram, then. It didn't even occur to Javert to think that Crait could be anything other than this man's home, given that he's not familiar with space travel. It's something he's heard of, certainly, in his time spent trawling through the network, so it's not quite as a surprise as it might be.

Not that he would show it, of course. His expression is schooled as always, and after a moment of contemplation, he asks, )

You are in the military, then? Or something else?

I am in the military, yes. I'm an engineer.

[He wasn't lying but he wasn't telling the entire truth either. He was going to be careful with what information he disclosed at first. No one seemed to recognize him but he had a feeling that going around bragging about Starkiller may not be the wisest move.]

I'm stationed aboard a ship named Finalizer which primarily operates in the Outer Rim of the galaxy.

( Those words mean little to Javert. He doesn't flash any sort of recognition or confusion, except for when Hux identifies himself as a member of the military and, more importantly, as an engineer. Now that is a useful profession, and certainly one they can use more of, here. )

Truly? What is your area of experience?

I primarily work on weapons but I've done a few other improvements to ships and such.

[He's still so proud of himself for cracking hyperspace tracking which had eluded researches for such a long time. But it seemed Javert was from a world which lacked the same technology.]

I take it your planet hasn't achieved space travel yet?

That is correct.

( As much as he wishes to ask Hux about his proficiency with weapons, he's got a feeling he's not going to understand half of it. He's educating himself in science and technology, but there's still so much that eludes him. )

We sail ships, but only ever through rivers and oceans. I can scarcely imagine what it must be like to travel among the stars.

I couldn't imagine being stuck on just one planet. Doesn't it feel confining? Your whole civilization just in one place.

[He felt claustrophobic just by thinking about it. He wasn't sure how long he was going to be stuck here for but he hoped eventually there would be a way out even if he remained dead.]

It's an incredible experience. I've traveled across the galaxy, though I rarely leave my ship.

Not particularly. The only moments in which I feel confined is when I am regulated to desk duty.

( Javert's a bit of an outlier, though. The only thing he needs to keep him satisfied is his work, and the chance to go on patrols and make arrests. He doesn't care where that is, although he cannot hide the fact that he is a bit wondrous of the thought. )

You have seen the stars up close, then? That, perhaps, would be enough for me.

What does your profession entail aside from paperwork?

[He's never really experienced meeting someone from a primitive culture before so he's curious. He doesn't know how people would survive without the things he's always taken for granted.]

I have. Stars contain immense power that has only recently been able to be harnassed.

I was a police inspector, so much of my work involved patrolling and investigating criminal matters. I also did work as a spy.

( Bit of a strange assignment for someone as honest as him, but he was surprisingly good at it, as he is with most things. He also has quite an interest in stars, so he doesn't need to feign curiosity when he asks, )

What do with such power?

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