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Entry tags:
- !intro log,
- akira kurusu (al),
- aziraphale (xy),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- castiel (inky),
- cheryl blossom (amanda),
- dg (keri),
- duster (nara),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- goro akechi (luna),
- ignis scientia (helena),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- keith (maru),
- maes hughes (erica),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- miriam maisel (chase),
- prompto argentum (daimon),
- pyrrha nikos (coco),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- shigeru miyata (levy),
- stone (gail),
- will ingram (leu),
- xayah (helena)
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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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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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?
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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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. . . 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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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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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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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.
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[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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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.
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[He falters, biting back whatever he'd been about to say next.]
I guess I'm gonna have to accept it either way. There's not exactly a whole lot I can do about it, so . . . lean in, I guess.
[And honestly? He'd prefer to think even of Jack than his own death. But . . .]
Hey. At least you went out a hero, right? I just got killed by some Maliwan asshole.
[Fair's fair, right? Now they both know how the other died.]
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I'm not- I am a far cry from a hero. I'm not sure there is even such a thing, but I know I'm not one. I was just trying to make things as right as I could.
[ She sighs. Speaking so intimately about her final moments with a stranger really isn't how she planned to spend her first moments of freedom in over ten years. She wanted to do something fun. ]
Listen, so long as you promise not to do anything...funny, would you like to get out of here?
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[There's no harm, right? Probably not. He could definitely take her in a fight if it came down to it, he thinks incorrectly.]
Lead the way.
[At least it'll be quieter. The bar's okay and all, but he's not exactly in the mood for a lot of people around him right now.]
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Once outside Angel still keeps her distance, a good 4 feet sits between them as they walk, and she eyes him warily much like an animal who'd only ever seen the backside of a humans hand. ]
You mentioned Zer0. Are they someone you know well?
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Yeah! I mean, as well as anybody knows them, anyway, but yeah, he's been my bodyguard for a while now. Totally cool.
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He took up bodyguarding? That is- I mean, it seems a little uneventful, compared to Vault hunting.
I hope you treated him well.
[ A polite sentiment, but laced with an unspoken or else. ]
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[I treat him well, present tense, is what he'd been to say, but aha, about that . . .]
. . . yeah. I did. We really . . . I really liked him. I think, uh, I think it was a nice break for him to just focus on one person. Although, I mean, it's not like I was totally not being attacked, he had his work cut out for him.
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We?
[ She repeats it, draws the word out a little. ]
How exactly did you know him? Zer0 may be a mercenary but he doesn't work for just anyone, let alone long term.