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

[survivaltricks]

[succinct is, in fact, a good way to put it]

I feel like "Mysterious Friend Under the Church" isn't a very good name. Why don't we try something simple?

Like Bob.

[OKAY AKIRA]

[sunborne]

[ daylight giggles at the suggestion and he honestly seems pretty open to it. ]

Bob! I think- [ he giggles again, his winglets fluttering behind him in excitement. ] I think that's a good name to go with. Very- Normal.

[ it's definitely a lot less ominous-sounding than what daylight and, possible, the others have been calling the friend- bob since realising of bob's presence. ]

[survivaltricks]

[NOW THE QUESTION IS: would Bob appreciate the name?? either way, Akira's mouth twitches in barely constrained amusement]

And I think we could all use something-- ah. "Normal" around here, right?

[sunborne]

[ sounds like someone's gotta talk to possibly bob.

or send possibly bob a letter for a heads up about this. postmaster general deserves to do more things...!. ]

Nope. [ at the comment, daylight smiles in return as he lets out a huff. Not at all. ] That's one of the things you learn about Beacon real quick when you arrive.

But- We're all working together. We're all trying to get by and learn much as we can about this world. We're in this together, after all.

[survivaltricks]

[PENPALS WITH BOB. . .!]

Yeah.

[so he's heard. . . and so he believes thus far, even if Akira isn't too keen on being automatically buddy buddy with a bunch of strangers. he doesn't have to be in order to do his part and help people out, right? and although he has unfinished business to attend to back home, Akira doesn't mind pulling his weight while he is here]

Though it sounds a bit cheesy when you say it like that.

[sunborne]

[ write! to the mysterious cryptic individual(?) under the trapdoor!

at the comment, daylight merely grins and gives a cheerful shrug. ]

Cheesy but true! [ daylight's winglets hitch up, wriggling in both confidence and enthusiasm as he continues to speak. ]

I mean- We've got to lean on something. So why not each other? [ being on the same boat does give them a pretty unique thing to bond over, after all. ] I'll definitely do my best to help you and the others, so you can count on that!

So- Need anything else? Or do you need some time to yourself? [ he begins to tone it down now, his expression softening and his winglets lowering themselves into a more calm, peaceful angle. ] I mean- It's a lot to take in, so I can get it if you to think over stuff.

[survivaltricks]

[Akira can't help it. he lifts a hand, knuckles pressed against his mouth, and stifles a small smile. Daylight seems like a good person-- uh. good. . . robot??? one or the other!1]

You know what I haven't gotten from you yet?

Your name.

[sunborne]

Oh! You're right!

[ man- and day was just about to head off into the light, like a giant cryptid or something.

daylight kneels down so he's at proper handshaking height, offering his servo out as his winglets wriggle happily behind him. ]

I'm Daylight! Feel free to call me Day if you want- [ eeeeer oh shoot this is the part where day realises he doesn't know this guy's name too. think on your feet, day! ] -Buddy who most definitely does not want to be addressed as 'mister.'

[ yeah- that will do until he gets a name!

... which is hopefully soon. there's no way day is going to be able to call him that consistently. ]