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INTRO LOG: JANUARY

INTRO LOG: JANUARY
ALLES NEU
characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: january 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. the forest spirits engage in some new year's shenanigans.
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.•••
A small crowd of forest spirits have shown up at the harbor to welcome the newcomers and to ring in the new year! They are very excited to promote and partake in the following traditions:
- Making lots of noise! Forest spirits are passing out a variety of noisemakers of all shapes and sizes with which to create a lively ruckus. Happy year!!!
- Setting off fireworks! Sort of! More like firecrackers, sparklers, and bottle rockets, but close enough, right? None of them cast light, but they're still pretty glowy things.
- Hanging bunches of onions from doorways! And also trees! And fences! And people! Hanging onions on everything! The more onions the better! Where did they get all of these onions!
- Smashing stuff! Specifically, the forest spirits are yeeting whole-ass pomegranates into doors and smashing every plate they can get their hands on before sweeping the debris into a pile. In fact, the forest spirits seem to be having small contests to see who can amass the largest pile of broken kitchenware. Hide your fruits and fine china, Beacon bits, because the spirits have a loose definition of "pomegranate" and "plate".
- Banging loaves of bread against walls! Maybe the tradition doesn't call for actual destruction or maybe it's just hard to smash a loaf of bread, but forest spirits are definitely running through town whapping hunks of bread on anything (and anyone) they run into. Some of the loaves even have coins and... acorns? Inside? Sure. All the better to bruise you with.
- Tossing flowers into the lake! They're all white flowers... mostly? Flowers are tough to come by this time of year, so it's more like white "anything that looks like a flower"s that are getting hucked into the water.
- Ringing bells! A couple of forest spirits have been tasked with scurrying up into the rafters of the church and town hall's clock tower, ringing the bells madly. Problem is, the spirits are trying to count and coordinate how many bell chimes peel through the town, but counting is hard and so is coordinating across a distance. So, uh, the bells are just kind of going hog wild for the day.
- Melting lead! One forest spirit covered in fur with a long tongue lolling out from their mask seems to be in charge of a lead-melting booth, where lantern-havers can melt bits of lead over a torch borrowed from the bonfire. The molten lead is then dropped into the lake and fished out with the spirits long, long tongue, after which they'll examine the lead's shape and hoot... something at whoever's dropped it in. A fortune for the new year? Tough to say. Even the other forest spirits don't seen to be able to understand this tonguey gent.
- Drinking burnt stuff! Be prepared for a forest spirit to run up and shove a scrap of paper and a glass of something bubbly into your hands. The idea, after some miming from the forest spirit, seems to be to write a wish or resolution onto the piece of paper, burn it in a bonfire torch, and mix the ashes with the glass of... something. Maybe you got lucky and it's champagne, but there's no telling what's in that glass. Bottoms up, though. You have to drink your wish to make it come true!
- Burning stuff! The forest spirits are making cute little dolls of each other and other folks in town! How cute! Less cute is that these cute little effigies are getting chucked right into the bonfire and swallowed up by the flames. Rastus is moderately distressed by this development, though he won't stop you from making your own effigies to burn.
By the end of the week, the forest spirits will have cleaned up their festivities, but for now, eh, get in the spirit of the holiday. It's a new year, after all.
Luckily for all the newcomers who may find themselves horribly confused by this welcome committee, their tablets 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! We're super jazzed to kick off the new year with a fresh crop of new players and characters.
For these New Year's festivities, you're all welcome to play out your own forest spirit interactions! NPC away, my dudes.
Go ahead and introduce yourselves on the OOC intro, and as you settle in, we'd like to ease everyone's minds with a little spoiler: More housing will be unlocked soon! A location discovery announcement will go up in the next week or so, whenever that exploration wraps up, and a whole crop of new housing options will then be made available. In the meantime, don't stress about finding lodging for your character. So long as everyone's settled by the end of the month, we're good to go!

DELIVERIES
The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:
- The monthly store restock
- For Midge: A menorah, a seder plate, a mezuzah, and a siddur
- For Rosalind: A dozen elegant eyepatches and the equipment necessary for her to construct her Lutece device
- For Hux: Equipment and tools to create mouse droids
- For Aziraphale: A fountain pen and two bottles of blue ink
- For Maes: A large crate full of collapsible cots and sleeping blankets, and an additional crate of various bedding and pillows
- For Crowley: A book of prophecies from home, a bottle of white wine, a box of various sizes of PVC tubing, a water pump, the goods, and a variety pack of seeds
- For Bucky: Bucky's armored vest from home
- For Daylight: A dozen packets of Soldiers' Kisses seeds
- For Rosinante: Two newspapers from Rosinante's home published in the months after his death, three bottles of nail polish (red, green, and pink), four cartons of cigarettes, and a crate full of various winter equipment
- For Peter: Webware
- For Rhys: A froyo machine
- For Kol: Kol's daylight ring from home
- For Elektra: A make-up case with a full set of make-up, six sets of good quality clothing (three for men and three for women), two bottles of fresh honey, three bags of coffee, and a Braille Bible (which comes in the form of seven very thick volumes)
- For Scully: A poster, three sets of medical scrubs, two sets of silk pajamas, and a bag with enough medical supplies to treat 5 major injuries or 10 minor injuries
- For Matt: An orchid-scented perfume, twin sai, a bottle of fancy tequila, three classic rock records, and a record player
- For Ignis: A violin, two dozen containers of various spices, a dozen skeins of knitting wool, and a dozen spools of colorful thread
- For Javert: A dozen outfits comprised of all 19th century clothing and a crate full of bedding materials
If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!
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Link | OTA
[A young man with long, upswept ears sits on the front deck of the ferry as it starts to dock, staring at a lantern sitting beside him. Its handle is delicately carved to resemble the sweeping horns of a goat-like creature. It's an Ordonian lantern, like the ones from home.
Somehow, Link feels loathe to let it out of his sight. He sits with his knees drawn to his chest, arms folded around his legs, staring into the comforting flames dancing inside the glass.
Whenever anyone draws too close to him he visibly tenses and reaches for a very large sword sheathed on his back.]
Breaking Stuff To Look Tough
[Link wanders into town from the harbor, still on edge, still thinking dark thoughts about his death. He's knocked from his worrying by something flying towards him at eye level.
With blinding speed, he pulls the large, ornate shield from his back to block the projectile and wheels on his attacker with an almost wolflish snarl...
The strange creature hops backwards away from him, chittering in fear, and he looks down to see that the projectile had merely been some rotting fruit. He hadn't been in any danger, after all, he's merely being made the subject of a strange game...
Another creature comes up alongside him and takes a swing at his ears with a loaf of bread. With trained reflexes, Link easily catches the bread in his grip fixes the creature with a piercing stare and toothy, playfully sinister grin.]
Let's see how you like it!
[He swings the bread at the creature but intentionally pulls upwards at the last moment. The creature, realizing Link has joined in on the game, shrieks and runs away, pauses, looks back to make sure it's being chased, then keeps running.
Not knowing what else to do, Link plays the part of the villain and runs after it. Here and there around the harbor area people may see this elf-like man with a lantern attached to his belt chasing groups of spirits that are lobbing vegetables, fruits, nuts, and stones at him which he blocks with his shield while brandishing a loaf of bread.]
Wildcard
[After chasing the spirits around for a while, Link can be found exploring the town with a garland of onions around his neck. He's relaxed a bit since the ferry but is still very obviously confused.]
Food Fight
But he could use some backup.]
Hey! Don't chase them too long! You'll get tired!
[He's still going to follow Link around, prepared to defend him with his Thief Tools.]
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[Link crows and swings the bread, batting away an unfamiliar fruit.]
If you're gonna stick around then watch your back, these guys are pretty sneaky.
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He hears something behind him.
With the training drilled into his body that he doesn't have to think about it, Duster unleashed a reverse kick with unfathomable speed!
A spirit with a massive pomegranate flies across the road and lands in a box of delivered supplies.]
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Aw, you don't have to actually-
[He's cut off by another spirit sneaking into his blind spot and smacking him with a loaf of bread. Coins and acorns burst out from the broken crust and Link staggers to one side.]
Ah, dammit, those things hurt!
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They are giant staples.
Duster runs up to the nearest spirit and jams those Wall Staples into the floor while trapping its arms, totally immobilizing it.]
It's not going to stay pinned for long!
[Another spirit tosses a pomegranate, hitting Duster in the upper arm.]
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Let it go!
[He yelps.]
I don't think they really mean harm--
[Something that might be a pomegranate but feels more like a melon strikes the back of Link's head.]
OW! Hey, everyone, settle down for a minute!
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Just run away! This is your best chance!
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I think they're trying to make us part of their....whatever it is that's going on. I don't think they're trying to hurt us.
[Not that he's at all familiar with these spirits...]
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arrival
Just wanted to check that you are alright, no harm meant. Welcome to Beacon.
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And what the Hell is Beacon?
[His voice has a slightly accusatory note to it.]
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I could alternatively explain it to you over a tea or something stronger, but I am unarmed.
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He fixes the stranger with an expression of blank confusion.]
A recording?
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[ He heaves a sigh. ]
Perhaps. We should sit down with tea.
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He reaches into a pack on his belt and withdraws the folded tablet, which he presents to the stranger with a questioning look.]
I haven't given it my name. I didn't know what it was...
[After waking up he'd merely grabbed what was around him and ran for it. He'd had every intention of diving off the side of the ferry before he'd seen just how the dense the darkness around him actually was.]
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[ Yes, that makes sense Aziraphale.
He certainly acts like it does, smiling and nodding expectantly. ]
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W-wait, n-no, stop! Shit!
[He folds it back up before the video starts to play.]
I think...I'm probably gonna have more questions than this thing can answer. You mentioned tea?
[He knows what tea is, at least.]
And...is there any way to change a name on this "device"?
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arrival.
He definitely didn't expect any kind of hostile sword-reaching, anyway, and when he notes the glint of metal, he takes a step back, hands out in front of him in surrender. ]
Hey — hey, whoa, dude. I come in peace, I swear.
arrival.
It's a few moments before he responds.]
...Who are you?
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[ And he thought he'd taken arriving here badly. ]
The name's Steve.
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[He lifts his gaze and looks at the stranger, searching for any sign that the name "Link" is familiar to him.]
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[ That's a good sign, right?
Even if 'Link' is kind of a weird name. Far be it for him to judge, though. There are a lot of people here from a lot of places he couldn't even begin to imagine.
Sadly, there's no recognition at the introduction, however. Sorry, dude. ]
So, Link. Uh — welcome to Beacon, I guess. Some of the food's okay, and there are some pretty cool people here too.
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[The name doesn't ring a bell.
He sighs...
This is all too much.]
I don't care about the food. I need to get back home.
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Steve rubs the back of his neck. ]
Yeah. That's — something we're all kind of working on right now. Or, well, some of us, anyway.
[ Him, included. ]
Think of this place like a pitstop, if it makes you feel better. [ He shrugs a shoulder. ] It helps me.
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Why is he here?
Last thing he remembers is hearing a name then feeling the sensation of falling...
Suddenly he was lying in a dark room with a lantern and an object he couldn't recognize.
He has so many questions... Confronting them all is almost overwhelming; the very idea is making his stomach knot up.
Through this, though, comes Steve's answer: People are working on finding a way out. This is a bit of information he can latch on to.]
I'll get us out.
I dunno what's going on but as long as I can fight, I'll fight to free us.
[His lips twitch into a rueful smile.]
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