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In the Night Moderators ([personal profile] inthenightmods) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2019-12-01 02:43 pm

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER


INTRO LOG: DECEMBER
IF I HAD A HEART


characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: december 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. robin posts a bulletin.
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 glowing 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.

•••

The ferry has barely docked when everyone's tablets will ping: A new weekly bulletin has been posted!

...Aaaaaanyway, luckily for all the 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! You've happened to come at a chaotic time, as we've just wrapped up a rather large event. Half the town was stuck in a dreamland version of past Beacon, where they explored for clues about the town's history. The other half stayed awake and defended the town from a brutal onslaught of green-eyed, hallucination-inducing forest spirits. The town's pretty haggard after all that, so hey, there's a conversation starter! It'll be good to have some fresh faces around to help with the recovery process.

You can check out the various Enter Mr. Sandman event posts in the OOC and log comms if you're curious, and plenty of the details will likely come up ICly, as well! The aftermath is just beginning, and we're so glad to have you along for the ride. :)



DELIVERIES



The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:
  • The monthly store restock
  • For Eliot: A carton of cigarettes
  • For Prompto: 17 pairs of reading glasses
  • For Eleven: A pair of walkie-talkies, and enough batteries to last for 3 months of casual use
  • For Aziraphale: 12 drums, 11 lead pipes, 10 pairs of shoes, 9 wilting corsages, 8 bottles of milk, 7 taxidermy swans, 6 goose eggs, 5 stale onion rings, 4 bins full of duck armies, 3 dead chickens, 2 turtles, and a whole tree, though it's long dead... and strung with lights and garlands and holiday ornaments!
  • For Kol: A book
  • For Crowley: Peppermint extract, cream of tartar, a candy thermometer, a tin of cocoa, graham crackers, a generic bottle of red wine, a t-shirt with a crown logo on it, a book of love poems, and the goods
  • For Eleven: An assortment of wrapping paper, gift tags, ribbons, bows, and gift bags.
  • A lot of medical supplies. The supplies are plentiful enough that everyone may handwave finding common first aid supplies that will help to triage injuries sustained during the Enter Mr. Sandman event. The supplies won't immediately cure wounds, but they will help to prevent infection and ensure proper healing. There's even an assortment of painkillers, ranging from over the counter pills to IV morphine (though, hm, it seems each character will only be able to find one dose of the hospital-grade stuff, no matter how hard they search)

If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!



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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-05 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angel is reluctant, to say the least, to be playing this game again. But sometimes- often times- the ugliest path is still necessary. She has no idea the kind of person she may be dealing with. Yet. Even if she's dead, gone from her world, she has to be cautious. ]

I'll see what I can do. For the moment, would you mind answering a quick survey?

Your name (in full)

Your occupation

Your opinion on the Hyperion Corporation

There is a monorail barreling down the tracks. Up ahead, there are five cl4p-tps tied up on the tracks, unable to move and the trolley is headed straight for them. Coincidently, you are in the direct vicinity of the situation, next to a lever. If you pull this lever, the trolley will switch to a different track. However, you notice that Handsome Jack is on the side track. What would you do? Would you do nothing, and the trolley kills the five cl4p-tps on the main track? Or would you pull the lever, diverting the trolley onto the side track where it will kill Handsome Jack?
rhyses: (016)

this killed me a little i'm ngl

[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-05 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
oh my god am i twenty again

is this hell

am i just reliving my intern years in hell


[He's just switching to voice dictated text.]

Rhys Strongfork

Atlas CEO

Fine, I guess? Maliwan's the pain the ass right now.

You know I'm not a Hyperion employee, right? I definitely changed those preferences, like, five years ago.
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yw

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-05 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Atlas-CEO? That...couldn't be right. ]

I'm sorry so have to remind you, but lying is punishable by law in this place. Please answer the survey with only the truth.
rhyses: (016)

[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-06 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not lying.

[Jesus, did this reset or something? He sits again, tapping at keys. A long paragraph of coding follows; she'll recognize it as an attempt to solicit a software update.]
Edited 2019-12-06 03:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-06 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh...great. He doesn't think she's just some local authoritative figure, he thinks she's a program. And despite playing that roll for so many years, now that kind of conclusion hurt. ]

Please stop doing that, it's not going to do what you think it will. :\

If you're not lying, then something else isn't adding up. Atlas is long dead, crushed under Handsome Jacks gold plated boot heel. He even kept the deed to ownership as a trophy.
rhyses: (065)

[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-06 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[. . . hm.]

What's your name?

Yeah, Atlas was dead. And then Jack died, and then he really died, and Helios crashed, and I took the deed. That was five years ago.
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-06 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He died?! They did it! She knew they could...the vault hunters pulled though. Everything was worth it. Though that did raise the extremely concerning question of if Jack would end up here too. A harrowing thought, but she didn't even know how this place worked yet, except that apparently time was meaningless...Five whole years? ]

Wait, what do you mean "really" died?
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[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-06 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
You can't just ask questions and ignore mine.
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-06 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
I promise I'll answer any questions you have if you can tell me what happened to him.
rhyses: U R MY DARK SIDE BRO (this is some symbolic shit)

[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-06 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[SIGHS SHARPLY, and switches back to actually typing his text.]

this scientist Nakayama make this digital clone of jack. identical, personality and all. he stored it in this hard drive, but it's destroyed now.

so: dead for good twice over.
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-07 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ Uhg! Of course any last vestiges of Jack, any means to bring him back, would be in Nakayama's possession. She remembered his early attempts to create a Jack AI but had no idea he'd perfected it. She should have done more scrubbing of the Hyperion systems while she had the chance, she should have made more time. This was her fault. ]

I'm so sorry.
rhyses: (016)

[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-07 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
i'm not

now answer the question: what's your name, and why do you care so much?
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-08 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not sorry he's gone, I couldn't be more relieved on the matter. I'm sorry for

Nevermind. A promise is a promise.

My name is Angel, and I witnessed first hand the wrath Jack inflicted on both Pandora and the six galaxies at large, but I ended up here before I could witness his downfall.
rhyses: (015)

[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-08 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[. . . oh.]

yeah

maybe uh

maybe we should talk in person
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-08 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Up until now Angel's replies have been timely, messaging Rhy's almost immediately back. This time there is a long, long pause. ]



Why.
rhyses: (015)

[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-08 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
becasue i know who you are

and what jack was to you


[. . .]

i'm not going to hurt you
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-08 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ ..........what.

No. That can't be right, it's impossible-- unless it was the vault hunters. He'd mentioned Zer0 after all, but what reason would they have to tell this guy about her?

This could be a trap, for what she wasn't certain, but a gamble with imminent danger all the same. Jack had ground that paranoia into her being until it was deep in her bones. But she was also deeply curious, both as to why this person she was talking to held such coveted information, and to what happened in that five year gap. From what she could tell, this was her only avenue towards answers.



Her reply takes a long time again, but eventually his tablet will ding with a message ]


...Alright. I'll meet you at the tavern. If you know who I am, then you will know what you're looking for.

[ So long as he's not bluffing. ]
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[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-08 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't know what he's looking for, not really. It's one thing to see a photograph; quite another to know who he's looking for. White girl with dark hair can describe so many people, especially now that she's older.

So he stands there, looking kind of stupid with his red arm and his blue eye and his clothes all Atlas brand. And sooner or later, he catches the eye of a young woman he hopes is her, and gives an awkward half-wave.]


Hey. Angel, right?
Edited 2019-12-08 20:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-08 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Narrator voice: it was not her

Angel is sitting several tables away, a little more secluded in the corner of the tavern, long changed out of her Hyperion jumpsuit in exchange for a simple black sweater and leggings.

Rhys, for his part, is definitely not hard to spot what with all that garish atlas branding (why were CEOs like That?) She watches him awkwardly interact with some complete stranger for a moment before taking pity. He doesn't look threatening, at least. Then again, neither does she.


She loudly clears her throat in his direction. ]
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[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-08 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[SWING AND A FUCKING MISS but isn't that just the way . . . whatever! He found her! There she is! Little girl with dark hair! Yes! Excellent!

. . . ha ha, god, this is going to be awkward. He offers her an awkward little smile. Hello. How are you, daughter of the man I murdered.]


. . . hey. So. Uh. Hi? Rhys Strongfork, uh. Former Hyperion employee.
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-08 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angel crosses her arms, brows furrowing as she snuffs out the friendly atmosphere Rhys is trying to invoke. ]

You've said as much, but who the hel- who exactly are you, in actuality? And what do you think you know about me?
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[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-09 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
I-- it's kind of a long story, to be honest . . . I'm kind of a vault hunter? I mean, I didn't set out to be, I got kind of caught up in a whole thing with a vault key and-- look, whatever. The point is, I found the harddrive, got into a huge war with this digital version of Jack, and in the fight we had I kind of crashed Helios.

So. During all that, Jack sort of . . . told me about you. That you betrayed him, although I know with Jack that's not exactly hard to do, because the guy was psychotic. That you killed yourself. And that you were his daughter.
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-09 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angel's face goes through a real smorgasbord of expressions as Rhys talks- eyebrows raised at him (this guy???) being a vault hunter, furrowing at his mention of the harddrive and a war (?? put a pin in that) and finally settling into something steely as soon as Rhys says "betrayal"

She lets out a sharp breath, averting her eyes away from Rhys as she shakes her head, not in disbelief that Jack framed things that way, but in that he told anyone. Especially someone she didn't even know. ]


Yes, that's mostly correct-- though only he would believe what I did was betrayal,even after everything he-

[ She stops herself, taking a deep, shaking breath, has to calm down. ]

I sabotaged Jack- my father's plans, and I died in the process. Though I'd been effectively dead for years prior thanks to him.
Edited 2019-12-09 07:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] rhyses 2019-12-12 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he, uh . . . he had a tendency to drive people to that kinda thing.

[Betrayal, ostensibly, or at least betrayal according to Jack.]

In-- how-- what did he do to you?

[He doesn't mean it as bluntly as it comes out. It's just that this is a bizarre sort of thing to connect with an all-but complete stranger, and it's been a long few years since he's thought about all this.]
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2019-12-16 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angel inhales sharply at his blunt questioning, she really isn't ready to regale the awful things Jack put her through. Not today, anyways, and certainly not to someone she just met. ]

Aren't you more interested in how this is possible? The fact that you're talking to a dead person?

I...guess you must have figured it out. Sorry if I gave you any false hope.
Edited 2019-12-16 03:43 (UTC)

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