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Entry tags:
- !intro log,
- akira kurusu (al),
- armitage hux (hebe),
- aziraphale (xy),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- buffy summers (amy),
- castiel (inky),
- crowley (mj),
- dana scully (carlee),
- eleven (inky),
- eliot waugh (pytho),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- goro akechi (luna),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- kol mikaelson (jade),
- m.k. (shira),
- maes hughes (erica),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- miriam maisel (chase),
- newton geiszler (mippins),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- sarissa theron (bella),
- stone (gail),
- villanelle (zeb),
- xayah (helena)
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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Ellever Brandt | OTA
#2, ferry, 'docked'
enroute.
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Rosinante | OTA
What he had to show now for months of work on that project was a new creation. Sora and Riku and the others had gotten them started off with a raft and a little rowboat or two, but finally Rosinante had completed something more substantial: a rowboat long enough for three, with a simple rudder, central mast, and one square sail cobbled together from mixed clothing and a purple vampire costume cape. Will it get him or others across the lake? Maybe not - but for its maiden voyage, he grabs the oars, hooks his lantern to a peg on the mast, and heads out to the new ferry.
1. Taxi service
He's cautious on approach. The ferry, if that's what this is, is a different craft entirely and who knows what surprises might come along with that. But after a moment spent studying it at a short distance, its cargo seems to be the same as ever - or more. He waves at whoever he sees first with a coil of rope in his hand.
"Hey there! Need a ride?"
2. Unloading
There is a lot of stuff on the ferry! And as always, he's glad to help out. Trouble is without a fully rebuilt pier, unloading the supplies is almost harder than piling them on in the first place. The little boat balances well, but as he pulls up toward the beach, he can't easily just anchor and hop out into the water and pass things. Water is, after all, the nemesis of anyone who has consumed a devil fruit. Are you on shore? He calls out:
"Mind bringing the raft around? I can load things onto it from here and you can bring it in to shore!"
An assembly line that ends with a flat-bottomed vessel is a good idea, after all, and it has nothing to do with his personal issues with water. None.
3. Wildcard
((Rosinante can be found afterward unpacking things at the General Store, looking at photos and star charts at a table by the bar, or pretty much anywhere with a cigarette in one hand and a watchful eye on the general surroundings. Feel free to ask why he's wearing makeup, why he's so damn tall, or how he managed to just trip and fall over the air for the third time in as many minutes. Or hit me up via PMs or on plurk at
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Midge Maisel | OTA
[ Thank God for the fact that she's not getting seasick. She's not sure she could handle that at the moment--seasick, on top of waking up somewhere you're not, curled up next a bundle of carrots while a horrendous song plays, it would be a little too much to throw at her today. The straw that broke the proverbial camels back, except the camel is Midge Maisel and she's possibly going insane, if her inner monologuing is any indicator.
She's definitely on the boat. And it's definitely dark out, which means whoever put her here has taken some time to do so. Or maybe she's been on a boat this entire time?
There's a terrifying thought. As much as she's tempted to go back to sleep, a wave of adrenaline is forcing her not to be lazy--most of her boat trips are quaint rowboats in the Catskills, or the ferry for the statue of liberty. Not waking up with bundles of vegetables and her things and-- ]
Oh my god.
[ There it is: it's just hit her, what she was doing before she woke up. There's the sudden wave of panic as she jolts upright, fear etched onto her face. She heads for the only exit in the little room yanks the door open with a surprising amount of strength for someone who looks so delicate. She nearly trips in her heels in the darkness, lantern forgotten. ]
Have we been kidnapped?!
[ Because there's someone else in the hallway. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck, this is Sophie Lennon's doing, isn't it? ]
ii. Almost off a boat;
I'm not an expert on anything nautical but what kind of a dock has no actual dock? Is that glowing fish normal? Not that any of this is.
[ Hello, world. Midge Maisel has calmed down. Visibly, at the very least. Internally is a completely different beast, but damned if she isn't going to try to put her best foot forward. Or....Swim forward. She's actually not going to swim: courtesy of a life-boat, or maybe a raft, she has someone helping her to shore. Her arms stuffed to the brim with boxes and bags--all clothes--and she's clinging onto them for dear life. Once she arrives on the shore, she looks at the nearest person expectantly: maybe the closest person, maybe even the person that ferried her over. Take her things, won't you? She needs to climb out. ]
iii. Totally off the boat;
Hi--excuse me--hello. [ Miriam's smile is effervescent as she approaches. Is she still internally panicking? Now more than ever. She's not struggling with holding the lantern up for long periods of time--having two kids makes you impervious to that sort of thing--and most of her things have been piled neatly and carefully out of the way for the time being. ] I'm Miriam. You can call me Midge. I'm new here. [ Extending her free hand is effortless, full of charm and elegance and grace... or would be, if she wasn't still absolutely terrified. To her credit, she's good at handling it. ]
So--where do I put all of my belongings? I've been told there are lodgings, which ones are mine? Is it a hotel room situation? A concierge? Probably not.
iv. All hail the glowfish; closed to Sarissa
[ This is it, Midge thinks. She's hallucinating. She's had it too good after her life finally going up that she's cracked. Spending some time with her head literally between her knees in the room she'd woken up in had helped, at least a little, but since no one had any answers she inhales slowly, exhales slowly, and puts on her her best face. Damned if she's going to let the world know how absolutely terrified she is right now.
No one else here has any idea she's as scared as she is, and good--but at least she's not alone in feeling like she's absolutely fucked. Like now, there's someone using their shirt to...What, exactly? ]
What are you doing?
[ Is she trying to make a rope? ]
iv. do you have regrets yet? cw. scars.
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dana scully, OTA (cw: death by gunshot)
[ the first thing dana's aware of as she starts to wake is that she's on a boat of some kind, the kind she'd be able to tell if she were more cognizant of her surroundings. the second is that she's dead, or at least that she should be dead. she remembers the look on fellig's face, the sound of ritter's gun going off, pain exploding in her abdomen and slumping to the floor. fellig had been saying something to her, but she hadn't been able to hear. and now she'll never know. it occurs to her that she should be angrier about that. death was bound to catch up to her sooner or later, especially with how many times she'd evaded it. she just hadn't thought it would catch up to her like this, as the result of a stupid, simple case of mistaken identity and bad aim.
maybe it's not that she's not angry, it's that she doesn't have the time to dwell. she is on a moving sea vessel after all, or one that should be moving.
dana slowly starts to rise, uncurling from her position on the bed and taking a moment to take stock of her condition before she stands. she's still covered in blood, some of it sticks uncomfortably to her neck, plastering her shirt to her stomach. she stands, intent on finding somebody who can tell her what's happening here, instinctively reaching for the lantern resting on the table beside the bed where she'd woken up.
making her way into the hallway (and nearly tripping over some bags of sugar in the process), dana holds up her lantern, looking for anyone who can give her some information. and possibly a bathroom and change of clothes. ]
Excuse me? [ she'll occasionally pull her badge out, attempting to command authority - not particularly easy when she's covered in blood. ] Do you know what's going on here?
SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE SEA (#2)
[ so far, dana hasn't found anyone aboard who knows anything more than she does, and she's not sure whether that makes her feel better or worse. by the look of things, they're not far from land, but the vessel doesn't seem to be moving toward it. in fact, aside from the rocking that simply being in the water causes, it doesn't seem to be moving at all. it's a weird sensation; she feels vaguely sick in a way the water hasn't made her since she was a kid, unmoored and queasy. maybe it's the blood loss.
whatever it is, she's working through it, trying to find people she hasn't spotted yet and fill them in on what she knows. she's on the deck, about to approach someone else, when she spots something sticking out of the water. although it's not what's sticking out that gets her attention as much as it is the lights illuminating it, a pattern in blue repeating in a circle. ]
What the...
[ whoever she'd been about to address is temporarily forgotten as her attention is drawn to the lights. she squints at them, trying to make out what they're attached to.
they're on a lake, as far as she can tell, and she doubts it's deep enough to contain an underwater vessel. but that's what she's reminded of, looking at this thing. ]
What is that?
SOMEWHERE WAITING FOR ME
[ eventually, the engines of the ferry roar back to life and they start moving again. it's not too long before the shore is reached, or it wouldn't be, if there were a dock for the boat to land at. it looks as if one's being repaired, but dana is astonished at how stupid and dangerous it all is. the people ashore don't look surprised that the people aboard are arriving, but they don't look at all prepared to get everyone off, much less the supplies everyone's been tripping over that she has to assume are for everyone in town. ]
You've gotta be kidding me.
WE'LL MEET BEYOND THE SHORE (WILDCARD)
[ if none of those scenarios work for you, i'm open to whatever else you've got in mind, especially on shore interactions! i can be reached through PMs if you've got any questions. ]
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Wildcard: Hey neighbour!
please appreciate the jacket in this icon juxtaposed with villanelle's gorgeous dress in hers
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Stone | OTA
So he shifts up into his winged form-- seventy-foot wingspan, ghostly colorless scales, a mane of spines and flexible frills around his head and down his back; to most, the first descriptor to come up will probably be "dragon"-- and glides across the water towards the boat. He circles once, then shifts mid-drop to land in his mostly-human-looking form on the deck. Good thing he's had a lot of practice shifting mid-landing and, thus, not capsizing boats of various kinds.
"Anybody need a lift to shore?" he asks cheerfully, a tall and gangly old man with no color at all to his skin and hair, bright blue eyes even if one is pretty clearly blind, no shoes, and who a moment ago had been a dragon, or something like.
Once all the people get off, one way or another, Stone sets about flying supplies back and forth from the ferry to shore. It's easy flying, the boxes and barrels and bags not really that heavy to something the size of a small house, but he still has to wind up stopping on the shore and deck of the ferry to catch his breath every trip or so. "I hate being old," he growls, mostly to himself, but readily audible to anybody nearby.
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maes hughes | open and apologies for tl;dr
[For a brief moment Maes refused to open his eyes. After a year of being sent to other worlds for Astoria’s cause he’d gotten used to waking up in strange worlds on unknown missions, but something was wrong and there was a small part of him that wanted to believe if he kept his eyes closed, he wouldn’t have to accept it.
Instead he tries to focus on the past for a moment. Instead of returning back to the Temple, there had been an explosion; not just any explosion that one that seemed to rip through the very fabric of the universe. The Temple had briefly appeared before him before he’d felt something “snap” inside him. At the same time, he could just hear Astoria’s voice warning him of his “future” and what would happen when Astoria’s connection to him was finally “severed.”
You’ll go back to where you were before. I’m sorry.
Maes sighed and opened his eyes, staring up at a dark ceiling illuminated by a flickering light of a nearby lantern.]
Well...on the plus side this definitely isn’t a box six feet under.
[He sits up. Maybe he’d misjudged what was happening. He reaches for the watch at his wrist, hoping to get word from Roy or Riza or any other Circle members, but can only frown when the watch display doesn’t respond. Dead? That had never happened before. His gaze flicks to the door and Maes concentrates for a moment. When a minute passes and nothing happens he sighs and rises to his feet.]
Guess we’re going to have to go back to the old way of doing things.
[There’s a pause as he notices the lantern is not alone, it sits next to a rather peculiar tablet that seems to be just begging him to take it. He looks from it to the watch and holds back a groan.]
You have GOT to be kidding me.
[He snatches up both and storms out of the room, his stomach sinking as he tries to dismiss what he thinks might be happening here. He comes out of the room so fast that he nearly ran over someone in the hallway, he pulls back quickly though and holds up the lantern to see them better.]
Sorry. Didn’t think to check for clearance first. [beat] You just wake up too?
2. Light On the Water
[By the time Maes makes it to the upper deck his eyes have adjusted to the low light and transition into the more complete darkness above. It’s nighttime and apparently the only light is coming from the lanterns dotting the deck (everyone seems to have one), the lighthouse they are slowly approaching, and a blue flashing light in the water. Maes makes note of each, taking it all in. His hand itches to begin recording this, taking notes, but that’s difficult to do when one hand is holding a lantern.
He decides of the lights to watch, the blue one holds his attention...mostly because it appears to be sinking beneath the waves. He’s careful as he leans over the railing to watch it...and then a moment later watch as the surface of the water lights up light underwater lightning splayed below. If he didn’t know better he’d say it might be some kind of creature?
Oh, please, who was he kidding? He’d encountered weirder things by this point. Still, he takes a step back, the light from his lantern obscuring his eyes as the light glints off his glasses.]
What the hell. Is that what’s moving the ship?
3. Ferry and Back Again
[They aren’t on the ferry nearly long enough for Maes to miss land, but he feels relief all the same. He’d been stuck under water once for one of Astoria’s missions and while the merpeople had been friendly it hadn’t exactly endeared him to long ventures on the water...or under the water as the case may be. Of course, even in the dark he could tell something was...off.]
There doesn’t seem to be a way to shore.
[Squinting, he could tell that at one point there MIGHT have been a dock, but it was there no longer. As he looks out to the shore he considers his options. He’d tried teleporting, using the power Astoria had given him before, to leave the room, but that hadn’t worked. Had he lost that magic completely when his connection was severed? It didn’t feel like it. He’d trained with some of the other Circle members in their different magics to have become familiar with what his own felt like now.
But it had changed or something had changed.
So maybe he could try again or he could swim...though how that would work with a tablet and a lantern, he wasn’t sure.
If someone was standing beside him he would look at them.]
I’m going to try something that may seem odd. If it works, it’s going to make getting off the ferry and onto shore a hell of a lot easier.
[He turns his attention back to the shore, clearly visible from here. He searches for the thread of magic like he always had for the past year, finds the right place to pull and suddenly there’s a pop. Maes is off of the ferry and standing on the shore and at first even he looks a little surprised it worked. He turns back around, holding up the lantern and waving it back at the ferry.
Hopefully he didn’t just startle someone nearby looking out at the ferry.]
4. Wildcard
[Once on shore Maes will be wandering just about everywhere and willing to talk to just about anyone to get the 411 on this new world. He will quickly realize he is no longer working with the Circle on this, unless Astroia got rid of all of the old "members" except himself. If you want to show him around town or come across him playing with the tablet feel free.]
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Castiel | OTA
➣ I - On the morning tide / We'll hoist the sails to brave the crashing waves.
[ It's disorienting, the transition. Castiel thinks at first that he just misjudged, that somehow in beating his wings and flinging himself through space in the blink of an eye he'd managed to miscalculate the distance, and flew into the belly of a ship stocked with what seems an unreasonable amount of potatoes, rather than towards the car he intended to locate. But when he touches his midsection, the only blood left is on his clothing. There's no sign of the beatings he took, or of the messy rips and tears left behind by the bullet or Crowleys efforts to dig a stone tablet out of its hiding place from within Castiel's guts. Literally speaking, not figuratively.
Castiel is, somehow, healed, and wakes in the belly of a ship. There's a lantern next to him, and he pieces some things together even before finding answers within the tablet: his lantern is black wrought iron and delicately patterned, blue stained glass, and inside of it swirls a white blue light, moving like something caught between liquid and gaseous, brimming with energy that Castiel knows because it is himself. Inside the lantern is his grace, an angel's source of power and being.
If encountered within the ship, before making his way to the deck, Castiel strikes a worrisome picture at first glance: While the wounds have closed, his suit, shirt and trenchcoat are torn and soaked with blood around the midsection. You might observe him glancing down, frowning and then holding a hand above his midsection, where the clothins is damaged. A blue white light like the one in his lantern gathers in his palm (though unlike the lantern, it sheds no light), and a moment later the clothes are fixed, as if nothing ever happened to them - or to him. Simultaneously, the light in the lantern dims a little and grows just a little... less. Castiel notices, certainly, and realizes that in this place, he is finite. ]
Great.
➣ II - Want you come with me / And hear the ocean sigh.
[ Castiel makes it to the deck, using the trench coat's sash to fasten his lantern to his belt.
When they see the shape in the water, the lights, anyone close by might notice that a slim silver blade drops from his sleeve into the palm of his hand, and his attention does not waver from the light. Once it's gone, so is the blade, and Castiel stares off into the darkness and the fog as if he can will himself to figure out what it was on the merit of sheer determination.
He cannot, and finally sighs. ]
The computer mentioned nothing like this.
[ Referring, of course, to the tablet. ]
➣ III - And if to its deaths it called us by our names / Want you sail to the shore with me.
[ The ferry stops some distance away from shore. It's not a distance that would be impossible to swim, but of course, Castiel has no intention of doing so. He has drowned in one blackened lake before, and would rather not repeat the experience. Especially given what they've seen in the water, in the fog, and that isn't even taking into account the logistics of the lantern and his own life in death apparently being tied to it. This place may be neither Hell nor Purgatory - and is a far cry from Heaven - but Castiel has no intention of engaging the metaphysical laws of his existence here quite so crudely quite yet.
So Castiel steps towards the railings, looks upon the beach, and flies.
Here is what any normal human sees: One moment the man in the trench coat with the blue tie (always askew) is on the ferry, the next he is on the beach, and the transition is accompanied by the soft rustling of feathers and soft 'whoosh' of displaced air.
If someone observes him who sees a little more than human eyes can see, the person might see the shadows of wings gather around Castiel's body for a moment, beating once and carrying him across the distance in the blink of an eye. The wings are there, but they aren't visible on the physical realm. They are not made of shadows, merely cast them when used. A person able to observe this fact might also be aware that Castiel, unlike a human, is not his body. Rather he is something made of light and divine energy inside of the body, though he inhabits it like it's his own these days.
At any rate, if you're currently on the beach, he suddenly appears there, squinting briefly into the dark before looking back towards the ferry. ]
There's something in the water.
[ If, however, you are on of the new arrivals on the ferry; After touching base on the beach, Castiel will just as suddenly reappear on the deck with that same sound of rustling feathers and 'woosh' of displaced air. Castiel looks towards the beach, towards the blackened water, then at the person nearest him. ]
I can fly you over. It... might cause some discomfort.
[ Castiel seems largely impassive about that fact - he clearly favours practicality over worrying about personal comfort levels... Well, he does look mildly sheepish about it. Flying with an angel: Not half as pleasant as humans would largely expect.]
➣ IV - Wildcard
[ ooc: If alerted to the importance of the supplies, Castiel can fly/teleport between beach and ferry and help with those. Once everything is secured on the beach, Castiel will absolutely be out and about all over Beacon, exploring methodically and taking stock of the surroundings, and can be encountered there.
Feel free to hit me up on Plurk (
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let me know if this is ok? you're listing it on the info for magical scans etc, but i can edit <3
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buffy summers; open
heavy lifting (for old residents)
patrolling beacon (for all beacon bits)
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newt geiszler | ota!
[Well, Newt can swim, so that's lucky, he supposes... But before he disembarks from the ferry, he's going to learn everything he possibly can about his new situation—like, where the hell he even is, for starters. Last thing he remembers is drifting with Mutavore's brain, and then... he woke up here, apparently having missed some super crazy shit happening as the ferry rolled in. Already off to an amazing start.
Right, so, he's sitting crosslegged on the roof of the ferry's bridge, going through every bit of info his tablet has to offer. And should you try to unload any of the supplies in the big pile he used to climb up here...]
Hey! Leave that there. There's plenty of other crap to unload.
[Someone's crabby.]
beach
[Then, later, he's drenched and lying on the beach like an angry starfish, his lantern and tablet chucked unceremoniously into the sand next to him.]
I don't recognize these stars.
[He says it absently. Is he talking to you? Tough to say. In any case, given the tone, it seems that the stars are the thing that tips him off to being well and truly fucked. Super!]
bonfire square
[And now he's hunkered in Bonfire Square, sitting at the edge of the bonfire much to Rastus's annoyance, trying to take apart his lantern with some pliers. He should not being doing this, especially given that this brand of nonsense was what landed him here in the first place, but that isn't stopping the pursuit of knowledge.]
You got a magnet or something?
[It's muffled, said around the screwdriver clenched between his teeth. He's not making much progress in his quest to dismantle his life force or whatever you want to call it.]
wildcard
[hit me with whatever! newt can be found flitting about grumpily pretty much anywhere in town, given that he's loathe to be unfamiliar with his surroundings. otherwise, if you want to plan something, catch me on plurk or discord or my ooc intro!]
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ES BEGINNT
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Goro Akechi | OTA (Spoilers of near end game. Let me know if you want to avoid them)
What was the last thing he remembered...? Oh right. That gun shot. He was facing Shido's cognitive version of himself, but he wasn't going down without a fight. It was clear that he had miscalculated in his plans. Either way it didn't seem to matter because now everyone was going to find out he was a fraud and the Phantom Thieves of Heart were going to be the heroes... again. Adored by all and held in high regards. Meanwhile he was going to be reported missing after dying in the Metaverse. It was laughable at best.
To think his downfall was all because of one little slip up about pancakes. You couldn't trust anybody... Not even yourself. That much was apparent when his cognitive self was perfectly fine with taking the blame for Shido and then taking his own life. To Goro, he seemed like the puppet here, but it was very well likely that he -- despite the discontent he felt with the whole situation -- had been a puppet from the very beginning. He wanted to believe that he'd acted on his own will and made it this far on his own strength, but at some point he lost his ability to realize he wasn't really in control of his actions. Just as he had manipulated a good amount of people in his own interests, he too had been manipulated over time by Shido. That really bit him in the ass, now didn't it?
What now? Was there an after life? If there was a heaven or hell, there was definitely no way he was going to grow a pair of wings to sport that shiny new halo; Not after everything he had done. There was a saying that life flashed before your eyes before you died, but there was no way to scientifically prove that when those who experienced it were dead. Part of him believed that those people he'd killed with his abilities would be here waiting for him to give him a piece of their minds. The shoe was on the other foot now.
When he first woke up on the ship, he didn't think about much. He was dead, so it wasn't likely that anything that happened would mean anything to him now. He just lied there lost in his own mind for a while trying to take it all in stride. When he finally decided to move and see what he was supposed to do now, it didn't take long for him to notice how dark it was. He could have simply woke up during the night time or... something. The swaying of the boat didn't seem out of place, considering he had died on a cruise liner. The foghorn in the distance was loud enough to distract him from his thoughts, looking through the tiny window.
Looking around, he searched the small cabin for any sort of light switch, but there was nothing. If the boat had switches, nothing happened. Glancing over to look at the lantern, he noticed the tablet next to it. There was some pretty advanced technology out there, but he hadn't seen something this advance. Those thoughts would just have to wait. Grabbing the tablet and lantern, he went outside to examine his surroundings. There was a pier in the distance, but it was hard to see with this dark atmosphere.
So the ferry arrived to shore, but there doesn't seem to be a way off. That's.... not good. Goro hadn't even considered checking the stock yet. He had other things to worry about right now. How the hell was he going to get off of here and onto dry land? It looked swimmable, but wasn't there any other option here? Now taking the time to investigate the boat, there seemed to be a door welded shut. What were they hiding in there to weld it shut? Something valuable probably.
In The Night;
Now that head finally docked and reached land, it was time to figure out why he was here in the first place. It was pretty dark out and save for the red light the lighthouse gave off and the lantern he found near his bed, it was hard to make much out. With his outfit in tatters and a dark cape behind him, he really seemed to blind in the darkness. All save but his destroyed helmet, there wasn't much for bright colors to pick him out of the darkness. Maybe that was better for him at the moment. He wasn't 100% sure that he wanted to be seen just yet before figuring out where he could possibly be.
Eventually with no luck or progress upon figuring things out on his own, he'll eventually have to ask for help. So at some point if he sees you, you'll see a dark figure approach you apprehensively.
"Excuse me. Can I ask you a few questions?" It's a simple question, but he doesn't seem all that emotional right now. It was more like he was numb. There was a lot to take in and no answers at the moment. While he didn't seem to show much emotion in his approach, internally he's going through a multitude of emotions, all being suppressed by his fake facade for the sake of getting answers. He could have a freak out later when he's somewhere private and alone.
My Talent Exceeds Yours;
[Feel free to use any other prompt you'd like. I'm open to anything while I try to settle into the game.]
[OOC: I'm going to be slow on replies since I'm currently at a convention and it's 3am right now, so I may be losing my mind as I write this intro. I'll do my best to respond as much as I can this weekend since I'm excited to be here, but here's my OOC Intro for more information~]
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Armitage Hux | ota
[He woke with a start. He didn't remember falling asleep, the last thing he remembered was heading back to Finalizer from Crait, a bright flash of light and now, darkness. It was eerily silent except for low humming and something like the sound of water lapping against something. Engines? He couldn't tell.
He sat up slowly, rubbing his head. It took time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, looking at a lantern sitting beside him. It wasn't like anything he had ever seen before, everything about this was disorientating. But he wasn't going to figure anything out by just laying here and so he pulled himself to his feet.
He stopped when blue lights caught his attention. It took him a moment to realize the light patterns were underwater. He was on a boat of some kind which just made things more confusing. He still didn't know where he was and where he was supposed to go from here which just made things worse.]
This is the most ridiculous thing. I must have fallen asleep on the shuttle and I'll wake up when we land.
[That had to be the only rational explanation for this. The feeling that he was dead was just stress after recent events. He could feel himself breathing, he could feel the cold, surely this was just some kind of lucid dream.]
shore
[Somehow he had made it to shore. There had been someone with a craft of some sort- there was no way he was going into the dark water. He had experience with dark waters on Arkanis where deep-sea monsters dwelled. He had seen them as a child pulling unsuspecting creatures in when they ventured too close to the shore.
He was not going to make the same mistake.
He was still soaked having to get off the craft and walk the rest of the way to shore but it wasn't as bad as it was if he had to swim it. He still checked that his blaster was dry in an inner pocket of his coat though he didn't pull it out.]
If I'm really dead, I'm not sure why it's so cold.
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[He can be found exploring as much as he can by only being able to see as much as his lantern will show. If he's dead, it figures that he ends up in some dark afterlife where he had to feel cold and annoyed at his current situation. He supposes it could be worse, with the crimes against humanity that he's committed, but he supposed it being for the greater good balanced it out.]
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Bodhi Rook | OTA
Much as this wasn't how death was supposed to go, Bodhi Rook is nothing if not adaptable. It's never a good idea for him to be idle, but with the memories of the past few days pressing on him, he's not going to risk finding out what happens if he stops for a moment.
His initial prowl around the deck is businesslike, but after he's made a circuit his attention begins to catch. The surroundings are exotic to his sensibilities, the actual passage over water in a regular floating boat oddly archaic, the soft air and sheer quantity of water striking him as luxurious and calming. It's hard not to stop and stare, especially at a shoreline bristling with trees. The amount of green he imagines there seems practically hedonistic.
It takes him a disgraceful amount of time to realize other people are likely to be more help than dumbly staring at a distant lighthouse and actually start seeking out strangers (though he's quite willing to talk if he's interrupted during said staring). Sometimes it helps to be awkward. Any interaction under these circumstances is going to be excruciating. There's no help for it. Nobody is going to be more comfortable than he is, so it's easier to go for it. "Sorry, um, uh, ex-excuse me, is... Do you know... what's going on? Probably n--Sorry."
II: Docking
This helps. This is a task that needs to be done. This is about as close as a place with boats on water is likely to get to his training. This? This is shipping logistics, and he's been at this since he graduated from the academy.
No access to a manifest, which is annoying. He's good at the detail oriented bits of the paperwork. But he's not the official delivery boy here, and he'll make due by making himself useful. Efficient stacking, safe transfer, loads and balance, it may not be interesting work, but there's a skill to everything. He's a box-organizing machine.
Onboard, anyway. His usefulness ends sharply at the edge of the deck. The only time he's seen this much water in one place before he was busy getting shot at, and he can't swim a stroke.
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Kuai Liang || OTA
Well the ferry had arrived, which was a welcome relief in a way, but then it simply .. stopped. It didn't dock, it didn't run aground, it stayed where it was a ways from shore and sat there. As if the ferry was waiting for them to do something.
When it became apparent that nothing was going to happen Kuai sighed, glancing over at the partially completed dock that wasn't going to be exceptionally helpful in this instance. At least it's not too far from shore.
With one hand outstretched he freezes an ice bridge out to the ship, sliding along it until he gets to the edge of the ferry and can pull himself up onto the deck. The ice bridge stays behind him, a few feet wide but precariously floating on the top of the lake, the tide threatening to break it up. It wouldn't be a great way for anyone (except Kuai) to get back to shore, but it's there if anyone is foolish enough to try.
A better option is to do the same thing from the ship to the shore, an ice slide of sorts where they can push crates, and potentially people, down to the beach. It may work. Sort of. A few crates make it anyway. Hope they weren't full of eggs.
Bonfire - Meditation
Kuai can be found kneeling by the bonfire, waiting for when the new arrivals to become comfortable enough with their surroundings to go exploring. The central large bonfire is a natural place for people to congregate, and he's willing to answer questions as best he can.
Assuming anyone wants to approach the man dressed in leather and metal plated armor that makes him look like a warrior from another time.
"Welcome. Has anyone informed you of the lanterns as of yet?"
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Crowley | OTA
Don't worry, Crowley has no intention of boarding this ferry this month.
Next month, though? Just have to get past that welding on the bridge. Why would they put that there?
1. At the "dock."
Here's everyone's favorite sunglass-wearing demon, leaning against a tree and watching the new arrivals. He's staying a fair distance away from the ferry lest anyone think he's up to no good this month. His leg's still splinted, but all the healing he's been getting has made it a great deal easier to walk on.
"Of course," he says. "Can't be without our monthly supply of victims, can we?"
Whatever does he mean by that? And why does he sound so damn sour about it all? Why don't you ask?
2. Back in town
Since the ferry arrived, Crowley's going to be the cheerful welcoming committee he always is. That is, he's going to sit in front of the bonfire and be generally there. Do you look like you need help? Are you lost? Maybe he'll toss a word your way.
3. Your wildcard
[OOC: Shoot me a PM and let's make anything you'd like to see happen.]
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Akira Kurusu | OTA
[it's fortunate that Akira is more than used to waking up in strange locations with little explanation as to how he got there (thanks, Velvet Room). it means that, once he jolts awake in his private ferry room with his heart hammering in his chest, it only takes a moment or two for him to calm himself down. he takes a second to survey his surroundings, to suck in a deep breath and ruminate on the events immediately proceeding (right. . . the failed battle with the Holy Grail, and his teammates vanishing on him), before he slips his fingers underneath his glasses and digs them into his eyes to stave off the well of emotions that threaten to pour out. focus, he tells himself. now isn't the time. you have to move]
[. . . and move he does]
[for all fellow newcomers, Akira can be found standing silently on the ferry deck, one hand clutching his lantern and the other. . . digging through his pocket?]
[???]
[he pulls an. . . egg?? no, two eggs? out of his pocket and immediately offers them to anyone nearby, expression neutral]
Mmm. . . this is a big of an eggcentric situation we're in, right?
[WELCOME TO BEACON, AKIRA KURUSU]
B. The Shore
[with how the ferry stops some 20 to 30 feet away from land, it's a miracle that Akira even managed to make his way to shore without accidentally dousing his lantern in the first place. but somehow, he did! and he's 100% dry for it all, too. huh! what a mystery]
[you could ask him about it, but whether you get an actual answer is another matter entirely. and anyway, despite being on dry land again, he has his sights set on the dark expanse of the lake, his lantern held up as though the light from its tiny little candle will shed some insight onto a very mysterious situation]
Hey--
[whoever you are, newcomer and oldbie alike, he may be flagging you down to ask you a simple question, his brow furrowed and mouth curved into a frown]
There was something out there. Did you see it?
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Wildcard.
[if there's something else you'd like to do, feel free to hit me up via PM or comment to my ooc intro! Akira is willing to help people from the ferry to shore as well (HE HAS HIS PERSONAS), and after making it to dry land he'll be hitting up oldbies and newbies alike just to chat. I AM EASY]
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( prompt: shore! //SHAKES IN EXCITEMENT WHAT UP. )
DAYLIIIIIIGHT!!!
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Klaes Ashford | OTA
[At first, Ashford is only keenly aware of the pressure against his chest and the sharp recoil in his ribcage when he tries to breathe. And for a moment he's sure that he is still pinned between the arm and the chassis of the Mormon farming equipment in the Behemoth's freight bay. Pinned with a broken ribcage and possibly a punctured lung. That would adequately explain the pain and the respiratory troubles.
But that certainty begins to unravel quickly. Odd sounds that are unfamiliar to him make its way to his ears: a creaking that he wouldn't know is wood having never lived where wood would be around to creak and a splashing that he knows as water but in what sounds like an amount unheard of in the belt where water is rarer and more precious than gold. But above all the weirdest thing is the darkness. Not that space is ever wanting for darkness. But this darkness is in stark contrast to the bright work lights of the Behemoth's freight bay or the red and green neon of the bridge.
He grunts and makes a bid to sit up, cursing when the mere pressure of the air seems to shove him back down and exacerbates the pain from the broken ribs.]
Sabaka!!
[He tries a couple more times, all the while hoarsely cursing in thick Belter creole before he manages to drag himself to the frame of the door. Then, he uses the last of this current burst of energy to shout]
'ey. Who the fuck is ou'there!!
II. Beach
[Drenched and exhausted, Ashford lays back on the shore one hand gingerly held against his chest and the other splayed in tired bewilderment against the sand, just feeling it. He knows about sand. He's heard enough from Belter's who had been forcibly taken to Earth about grits of sand. About the heaviness of the air. And about the way the air makes their bones, naturally less dense due to a life lived in 0G than Earthers, ache deeply as though wanting to snap.
At long last he grabs a handful of of sand and, for no other reason than to simply prove to himself he can do it, he hurls it in a random direction, not caring if it lands on the ground or hits some passerby. Then he curses again, seemingly finding comfort in muttering Belter obscenities under his breath.]
III. The Bonfire
[By the time Ashford has reached the bonfire, he has found strength enough within himself to stay sitting up, though standing would be a big ask. He seems to have made a tentative peace with that for the moment, however, pacified by the entrancing nature of the bonfire itself.
His black OPA space suit, including its buckles and his tool belt, are lightly caked in drying sand. There's even some in his hair and mustache. But either he doesn't notice or it's very low on his list of priorities right now.]
What a shithole [He finally murmurs without turning his head to whoever finally passes by.]
IV. Wildcard
If you have an idea go with it!
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sarissa theron - original - ota.
( She fell off a boat (her fault), almost drowned (her fault), and was slapped awake by a woman in a very flamboyant coat (maybe less her fault). Her hair, curly as it is, is messier than usual from being drenched, and her pants and shirt that were practical-level-tight are now uncomfortable-despair-tight as she sort of crab-walks onto shore.
With great feeling, and after thoughtful consideration, she proclaims: )
Fuck!
( And is that a crate nearby? She’s going to kick it. Unsurprisingly, it hurts, because the fucker forgot she’s presently barefoot and that her boots are hanging of her shoulder by their laces. )
Fucking fuck!
Bonfire.
( Sarissa has hunkered down in front of the bonfire, trying to hold her boots (heavy, well-worn things built for practicality rather than style) over it with a stick so that they can dry. She looks about as happy as a... well. Something incredibly unhappy, to be honest, and she grumbles quietly.
And then one of the laces starts to smoke, as she dozes a little. And then they're starting to catch fire.
She may need to be nudged. )
Wildcard!
( Feel free to pm me or shoot a pp to
I also have an opt-out post for certain topics/cr with Sarissa in case there's any topics you'd rather I avoid in tags over here. )
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PHEW SORRY yesterday was real busy
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Bonfire;
SORRY FOR THE SLOW
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bonfire — later.
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Villanelle | OTA
[Villanelle has been awake long enough to freak out, orient herself, listen to the recorded welcome message, and poke at her lantern dubiously. She's in a little room, surrounded by boxes of toilet paper. Stacks and stacks of them, lining the walls and blocking her in. It takes her a little while to shift the boxes from the door way, but eventually she clears enough space to squeeze through the gap.
She crosses to a hatch and stares out at inky black. It's impossible to determine where the sea and sky meet at the horizon. Closer to the ship, she catches the reflection of her own lantern-lit window, and wait, what was that? Blue lights?
She works her way up towards the deck, her coat wrapped tight around her bloody top, her fine hair escaping its tail and haloing her face. Every so often she peeks her head around a door and stares wide eyed at the abundance of stuff packed into ever corner.]
Who even needs all this shit?
Beach
[Villanelle is sorting through the goods being brought ashore by the others. She's making a good performance of being helpful, but, oh, she's not strong enough to lift those crates, oops, she dropped those boxes, sorry, so clumsy and now she's feeling too woozy to focus on sorting these waterlogged sacks, but wait, she perks up, are those boxes of clothes over there?]
Bonfire
[Villanelle has exchanged her bloody top for a plain blue shirt, and she's relaxed her grip on her coat accordingly. Heat from the bonfire washes against her front. She has found herself a patch of ground far enough from the fire that the heat from the flames is pleasantly warm. The flames flicker and dance, and after the exertion of before, she seems lulled into sleepiness, her head dropping down, chin to chest, before she jerks awake. Just a sweet young woman, too tired to stay alert, as far from threatening as a yawning kitten.]
Wildcard
[ooc: Out and about in Beacon! PM if you want to plan something]
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