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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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The "crate full of various winter equipment" is going to be delivered straight to the general store for everyone to use - so if you need snowshoes, cross-country skiis, skiing poles, or anything along those lines it's available for use!

Edited 2020-01-01 23:52 (UTC)

Arrival ;
[Waking up in a dimly lit cabin was not what she expected after losing consciousness in the middle of the ocean. That was the least of Hana's trouble's though. That foghorn jolted her awake. If that didn't wake her up, the pain in her left leg and right arm did. If that wasn't enough, she remembered as she sunk in the water, trying to reach the surface. She was fine, but instinctively started to cough as if choking on water. After letting her pain subside as much as she could, she reached her neck with her good arm as she tried to get a grasp of what was going on.

She drowned.... No, she couldn't have. The other would have found her. Dae-hyun would have came to get her before something happened. Well, now that she was awake, she finally took note of the room around her. There was some sort of tablet and a... was that a lantern? If it was, it was really cute. She could toy with the tablet later. Her first problem to deal with is finding out where she was and just how she was going to get around. Between the scratches and bruises from the fight with the Gwishin, the ash from the explosion of her mech, and her -- more than likely -- broken limbs, this was going to be a challenge. But then, she never really backed down from a challenge.

So now she has to make sure to grab the tablet, lantern, and her light gun while somehow still being able to get herself out of bed and out of the room. She's managed to put her light gun where it normally goes and her lantern around her good wrist so that she could hold onto the tablet, but trying to push yourself out of bed in this condition wasn't easy. Anyone nearby her might hear a loud thud an a gasp of pain soon following.

She may need some help...]

To A New Year ;
[Once she can finally manage to get off of the boat, it's not hard to see the crowd of forest spirits. By luck she found something to use as a crutch for the time being to be able to slightly get around without having to trouble someone else; Eventually she'll need to try to find some crutches or something to deal with her problems. The noisemakers and fireworks remind her of New Year's time, but was it that time back home? It was easy to lose track of time sometimes with what they did. The first thing she noted was that there seemed to be very minimal light. Seeing fireworks without light seemed really strange, but she was also discombobulated right now. It was hard to concentrate on what was real or just some sort of dream.

Why were there so many onions everywhere? All of this was making it all the more confusing. There was destruction of pomegranates and plates, onions everywhere, loaves of bread flying everywhere, and ringing bells. And now she's being handed a scrap of paper and some sort of liquid. What the hell was going on here? After some confused cursing under her breath in Korean, she'll look to the paper. She's gotten the gist of what they're looking for, but what exactly would she have to drink exactly? Figuring out a wish wasn't hard. She just wished that Busan would be safe from the Gwishin and other Omnics for a long time while she was here. Looking over to the person next to her, looking equally as confused... Or maybe not. Either way.]

So uh... What do you think is in this...?

I Need Healing ;
[After Hana was able to really sit down and think things through, she's opted to look at the tablet finally. She was thankful for the useful welcome information because now she had some inkling of what was happening, but she refused to believe that she was dead and this was the afterlife. After all, Busan and the others were counting on her. If she was dead, what would happen to thousands of innocent lives? It's not like any of her friends would be able to stop any oncoming attacks when their mechs were out of commission yet.]

UN: D.Va

So hey.... I don't suppose that someone has a health pack or some sort of healing capabilities, do they? If nothing else, I really need to find some crutches somewhere.

I have another question as well. This is all a joke right? We can't really be dead, can we? There's people who need me so I... I can't afford to be "dead".

Please tell me this is all just a really bad dream...

Wildcard ;
[Feel free to start your own prompt. I'll follow whatever format you so chose to use. I also have a permissions post regarding if she'd be able to recognize your character if they're from a game or not. Feel free to contact me at

byefelicia for any questions or plotting~.]

Edited 2020-01-02 01:11 (UTC)

I. A Warm Welcome
He waits until he’s just pass the ring of spirits before setting down his last crate. After all of the excitement he’d almost forgotten the request. He didn’t have long to dally before he was due to head out with Rosi and his friend, but they’d agreed it made more sense to get their requests from the ferry before setting out on their latest expedition idea.

Maes pulled the top off one of his crates right there and nodded with satisfaction upon seeing the contents: several collapsible cots and sleeping blankets, and an additional crate of various bedding and pillows. He’d claim some for himself, possibly deliver a few to the Invincible, and then take the rest to the general store for whoever to claim.

His gaze drifted back to the newly docked ferry. It was just as he’d guessed, they were tight on space and could use as much new bedding as possible. But, that also reminded him of something else he wanted to do for the new arrivals. Maes sat down on the crate and waited for anyone to approach. Whether they were a fresh face or a familiar one he’d offer a polite greeting and engage in conversation. However, if they were a fresh face he did have one additional offer in mind.

Want to talk to him and find out?

II. Onion Opinion
On his way to help prepare for the usual daily meal provided by Mrs. Maisel, a spirit stops him. He’d mostly tried avoiding them up to this point, but after certain information from Soldier he’d been less wary about them. Instead he hesitates and then holds his hand up, “Hello.”

The spirit twitters something back that he can’t make out and before he can try to ask for clarification he is presented with a necklace of onions.

“Thanks?”

The spirit nods and then moves around him, tossing more onion garland on anything they can presumably reach. Weird. But, it gives Maes and idea and he resumes his trek to the kitchen. There’s gotta be some kind of soup they can make out of this...right?

III. Home Wrecker
Later that day, Maes has invited you to help keep him company while he packs up for an expedition and enjoy his warm fireplace and a cup of tea. It’s pretty peaceful, until it’s not. There’s a loud THUNK at his door. Maes ignores it at first, but then it happens again and Maes goes to pull the window’s curtain aside to see a small group of roving spirits hurling pomegranates at his door.

“What the hell?”

There’s the sound of a loud crash from the kitchen and suddenly two more spirits are running outdoors with all of his plates balanced on their heads. He barely has time to wonder how they got into his cabin in the first place when he notices that they have joined the others outside and are smashing his plates.

“HEY!”

IV. Wild Card
((ooc: I will match tagging style. If you want to try something different just HMU with a prompt of your own or contact me: here for plotting.

i;; packages & peeps. (open to one person!)

[ when the ferry arrives, there's a very obvious individual waiting at the pier.

standing at over ten feet tall and painted a colourful scheme of red and gold, daylight is hard to miss- especially when he's making his way towards the ferry. seemingly in a hurry, too, from how he tries to quickly scoot by others with quick 'sorry!' and 'coming through, 'cuse me!'

but he inevitably stops at the entrance of the cargo hold, looking unhappy by the fact he is, once again, thwarted by his size. what luck that someone happens to be passing by in that moment, their form noticed from the corner of daylight's optic. ]

Hey! Sorry! Buddy- [ he waves at them frantically, trying to be certain they see him. ] Can you help me out? Sorry if you're, like, super busy but I really need your help.

ii;;; in spirit of the celebrations.

[ daylight likes to think he's friends with the forest spirits. he tries to be, at the very least. daylight also likes to think he's used to weird things because he has no right to judge others when his very existence is a puzzlement back at his world.

but even he thinks this is a lot to handle - 'this' being a group of spirits crowding around him, smacking at his legs with great vigour for some reason. he looks positively clueless by what's going on but he seems to be taking this in stride. there's no denying the smile as he whirls the tiniest bell in his servo, the little ting-a-ling paling in comparison to the ruckus the spirits are making around him.

... it only gets concerning when several spirits attempt to shove glasses of something towards him, miming and speaking to him in their language. the amused bemusement changes into surprise. then worry. ]

Drink? All of this? [ he points to the half a dozen glasses being waved at him and the spirits either nod or making approving sounds. ] Oh! Thanks for the offer but I don't think I can. [ he raises his free servo up, trying to keep the glasses from being shoved any further into his grasp. ] My filters are- Oh? It's a tradition? Well. That's nice but I really don't think I should try any of this stuff. Oh! Hey! No- Don't look sad!

[ er. looks like day is going to need help out of this one. judging from the way he looks more and more distressed at some spirits' sad reactions to his polite refusal, he might do whatever they want him to do. ]

iv;;; wildcard!!

[ want to do something else? feel free to do it here! also, you’re welcome to hit me up/plot with me via my plurk prognostic if there’s something specific you want. ]

I. Unloading the Ferry

After being all but useless last month in helping get supplies off the ferry and greeting newcomers, due to being utterly exhausted, the Soldier is doubling their efforts this month. They are healthy, alert, well-fed, and apparently determined to get like 20% of the supplies where they belong all by themselves.

All of the above also means they start off the "day" (24-hour period of darkness, whatever, it's a day) in a pretty good mood, particularly when the first thing they recover from the ferry's supplies is a perfect version of the armored tactical vest that got ruined. Spotting them collecting it from the box of special orders means catching them with a relieved smile. Now their insides will be a little safer, again, next time trouble comes.

Otherwise, they're friendly with the newcomers. They offering small smiles and nods, and the soft-voiced question, "Need directions anywhere?" while loaded down with usually at least two boxes and a bag, on their way to the store or Invincible.

II. New Year's Traditions Suck

As the "day" wears on, though, the friendly mood steadily deteriorates. The spirits are loud and insistent, things keep breaking or being thrown around far too loudly or too close by, and there are goddamn firecrackers making them flinch all across the town. Even the bells, normally a kind of nice sound, are so constant as to be overwhelming. Whatever this "celebration" is for, the Soldier doesn't like it much.

Spot the Soldier snatching a loaf of bread from spirit hands and chucking it out of reach when pushed too far with the smacking, or shying violently away from a sparkler or bottle rocket suddenly going off out of the corner of their eye, or whirling and drawing a knife in response to an unexpected noisemaker going off within a few feet.

The response to being caught out doing any of those things by a Beacon resident is an embarrassed muttered, "Sorry. Don't like loud noises." All in all, it's a trying afternoon.

[ A ]

[ After dealing with the Hana situation, he'll wander back into town late at night to enjoy the festivities. He isn't the best at keeping his mind off the fact that he's, well, dead - even he, a staunch believer in optimism, can only do so much to keep his spirits up - but he's always been a curious kid! Not even death can keep him down. He isn't one-hundred percent certain that Hades or another death adjacent baddie isn't behind this! (He is hoping that the solution is that simple. That's about the level of complex problem solving he can handle here.)

He's sitting next to the lead spirit, with a cup of evil smelling... burnt.... wish juice. He's making a face! He's already sipped a bit of it, and he's peering into the cup to see how much he has left. He'll look up and see... You, presumably. And he'll spot your cup. ]

Hey, what'd you wish for? [ ... ] Wait, is this like stars? Like, if you tell someone, your wish won't come true?

[ B ]

[ Sora has a box over his head, playing a game of keep away with some extremely persistent spirits. He has no idea what is in the box! He has smashed his own share of boxes, so he is pretty sure there's something important in it, but he has a feeling that this box is carrying something important. It just came off the boat, after all. He also, inexplicably, has an onion chain looped over his neck. ]

Oh, no you don't. C'mon, at least let us take a look at what's inside before you start throwin' it all over the place!

[ ... They mob him. ]

AUGH-!

[ C ]

[ He'll be sitting anywhere, seriously struggling with the tablet. He's going to beat up the tablet if you don't intercede. See, look. He's going to slap this thing with his whole-ass hand. Ridiculous. ]

Why - won't - you - unlock -!

[ D ]

[ choose your own adventure!! let's make a snowman! or something! ]

Edited (formatting) 2020-01-02 08:01 (UTC)

I. Newcomers

Wandering down to the dock as the ferry comes in is a very tall, gangly old man with no color to him anywhere, except for bright blue eyes and a pale blue winter coat. He looks cheerful, though, waving at anyone coming up on deck from the dock. "Need a hand with anything? Or just somebody to tell you what's going on?"

II. Carol of the Bells

When he finds the spirits ringing the bells so enthusiastically, Stone tracks the sound to the church first, then just shifts up to his winged form, sits back on his heels, and reaches up to flick the bells himself, with unsheathed claws. Anybody new (or just who wants to interact with what's basically a dragon) will be treated to the sight of a big, colorless creature with wings, scales, a long spaded tail, and a mane of spines and floppy feather-like frills from forehead to hips, humming a low tune from deep in his massive chest and trying to make the church bells follow along, in a less obnoxiously cacophonous manner. By getting in the spirits' way and tilting the bells with one big hand. He's absolutely big enough that reaching the bells in their tower doesn't take much effort.

III. Other Spirit Shenanigans

When playing with the bells gets old, Stone shifts back down to groundling form and wanders around, dancing out of the way of things being thrown and loaves of bread being bashed and dishes breaking with the ease of someone who is used to dodging crowds of children.

"The shit is even going on with them?" he asks whoever's nearest, stepping around the remains of some broken crockery-- carefully because, as always, he's still barefoot.

1. Violin

A) [Ignis doesn't wander around the Beacon as much as he's used to. If asked, he'll say that it's because of all the snow; he doesn't want to get lost or have others get lost because of him. His usual trek is between his residence, Invincible where he goes to help Maisel from time to time and Bonfire- just to check in on it.

This time, he makes a very quick, short stop at the docks to pick up the goods he asked for. Rastus came through- that's more wool than what he asked for. He's so glad he still has access to the armiger to store the stuff even after... Noct disappeared.

Still, a promise is a promise and he stops by Rastus to play him a piece. It was a slow song, that filled in the usually silent night. He didn't play for too long, however, just a few minutes, honoring the promise. Everyone is free to listen, however, but once he's done and says goodbye to Rastus, he'll head towards the Invincible.]

B) [In late nights, however, he will head into the church and stare at the candles flickering, the instrument in his hand. He'll make sure that there's no one around before he starts playing. Very familiar melody, at least to him; close to heart. He won't notice if anyone hears him and comes in, not until he finishes.

Once he's done and sees company with him, he will give just small, albeit awkward not.]

My apologies. I didn't wish to disturb.

[He will come to the church to play every other day.]

2. Odd festivities

My word... [Ignis says slowly as he watches spirits throw yet another pomegranate at the door of the Invincible. It splatters in a beautiful catastrophe and Ignis is happy he has enough skill to dodge it all. There are more things flying around and he manages to catch one of the spirits that had grabbed someone's boot, determined to toss it into the bonfire. The spirit would've reached out for said boot again, but it got swamped up with a river of others that came rushing from the dock, tossing fireworks into the air.]

Are you alright? [He crouches next to the person that got knocked over and boot yanked off their foot.] Here. I'm sorry, I do not know what came over them. Are you hurt?

3. Sleepless nights

[At any other night, until blizzard, Ignis will be spending time in the corner of Invincible, putting the yarn he got from Rastus to good use, knitting mostly very thick scarves, beanies and gloves. There are already few done, resting on the table, each a bit different. He promised Rastus to keep the Beacon warm and he will see to it in the only way he can.]

You are free to take one, [he speaks up when he notices someone eyeing what he's doing, but not looking up from his work.] I can also put your name on it if you wish.

4. Wildcard

[OOC: If you have something else in mind, feel free to toss it at me! Or you can reach me

WindsongWitch for more detailed plotting]

target practice.

[ When the lighthouse turns red and the ferry comes in, Vanitas used to make a habit of creeping to the shore and stealing away the supplies before they would make it up to the general store. Now, he can't even make it down the slope of the hill to the docks without the white noise starting to fade in to his head, making him act as irrationally as he knows he's being, and unable to stop it.

So, instead, he's turned his attention to everything else going on. Namely, causing as much chaos as possible.

The spirits are throwing pomegranates into buildings and through windows, and Vanitas has evidently decided to help them— by taking aim at people in town as much as making targets of everything. He's got a strong arm, too, so anyone unfortunate to be actually struck by a pomegranate instead of feeling the narrow woosh of one sailing by probably won't be pleased. ]

Sorry. [ He doesn't sound at all sorry, smirking and tossing another pomegranate up and down in his gloved hand. ] Didn't see you there.

voodoo dolls

[ Vanitas is sitting with a group of spirits and sucking on a lollipop. Between his legs he's tying together an effigy, the same as the rest of them. It's probably a strange sight, given how many times he's met his end at the hands of these very creatures, but at least he isn't throwing things at people anymore.

The figure he's making wont' look familiar to anyone in Beacon, but that doesn't matter. Only Vanitas needs to know that the doll he's making has an uncanny likeness to Ventus. ]

this might be a good spot to find some ingredients

[ He doesn't cook— but someone he spends a lot of time with does. Vanitas isn't sure how many onions someone might need to make anything. They look kind of like stripey tomatoes, or something. So maybe Bruce would want a whole bushel of them to cook?

He reaches up to pull one off where it dangles from an over hang, and turns just slightly to hand it off to the train of Unversed following him. A good four or five of them, each with their own bundle of onions. It's a little comical, given Vanitas is wearing an overlarge cable-knit jumper that goes well passed his wrists and has a scarf wrapped up around his mouth to combat the cold. ]

arrived;
[ If there's one thing he didn't expect about the afterlife, he didn't expect it to be so dark. Well, maybe the void is like this. But the void contained the stars as well, so he can't have gone there. Where is this place? Why isn't he dead?

He spends most of the ferry ride on the deck, staring blankly out onto the lightless sea. The red light from the lighthouse illuminates his pure white hair, making him look like a ghost. It's only after they dock and the tablet is pushed into his hands does he seem truly alive, almost running towards the bonfire and then staring into it as if mesmerized by the flames. He's terrified yet not at the same time, the two parts of his soul in dissonance. There's information on that tablet, but it doesn't feel real to him.

If nobody has spoken to him for a while, one of the spirits seem to take it as a sign that he needs a wake-up call. What better wake-up call to deliver than to throw something at his head? A spirit sneaks up behind him, and winds up for an apple toss. ]

making oneself useful;
[ Unsure of what to do with his newfound freedom, Lucius gravitates naturally back to Bonfire Square. Rastus doesn't mind him, so he seats himself on the floor by the fire - not close enough to burn, but not far enough to feel alone. He's afraid of darkness, and as much as his divine heritage suppresses his strong emotions, it still discomfits him. It'll be a while before he works up enough confidence to ask someone for shared housing.

He's not content with just sitting around, though - he should be working, helping out. After a few reads of the arrival notes on his tablet, he musters up enough courage to send everyone a message. ]

un: lucius

Hey everyone, I just arrived and I have some questions. Does anyone sew? I'm okay with sewing. Or if there's any other task I can help with.

[ He doesn't know enough about everything to feel confident about pinpointing. Mourning his lack of precognition here doesn't help either. ]

wildcard;
[ He's new here so he's just wandering around looking for things to keep busy with. Hit me with anything, or we can plot on plurk! ]

Edited 2020-01-03 06:14 (UTC)

A. Leggo my eggo!
[Ignoring the noise, Somnus fumbles his way through the tablet and has just begun to peruse the welcome app—If you lantern is lost or irreparably damaged, you won't be able to come back, either. Keep it with you and most of all, keep your li—when he lurches to the side. Snapping his head in the direction of the yank, he locks eyes with a spirit.

A moment later, the same spirit elsewhere attempts to huck a spherical lantern lined with ornamental flowers into the lake. A blue silhouette appears out of seemingly nowhere, solidifying into Somnus as he tackles the spirit to the ground. Wrest from captivity, the lantern goes airborne.

As for where it lands, who can say? Perhaps it falls somewhere nondescript. Maybe it bounces off the head of a passerby. He didn't plan the trajectory out.]

B. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life.
[There goes an effigy of him into the fire. Somnus wasn't the one to toss it. Nevertheless, he watches it burn as he poses a question to the nearest individual:]

What purpose do these customs serve?

[Lit against the light cast by the bonfire, the blood on the front of his black robes is now pronounced enough to be visible.]

Arrival

[Death is strange. It's not unfamiliar--he knows what death is and that everything succumbs to some form of it eventually--but he never really considered that he himself could die rather than just...fade out of existence. But here he is, accompanied by a lantern he feels is somehow much more important than it looks.

And there are so many new things here. A new beach, a new town...new people to bump into while not looking in the right direction. Oops.]

Sorry. Didn't see you there.

Tablet Troubles

[He's gotten used to the tablet very quickly. Quickly enough, in fact, that he's been in Beacon for only a couple hours and he's already attempting to access the digital innards of his own tablet, with somewhat disappointing results. He just can't communicate with the tablet the same way he can with Mickey's computer, and it's just a little frustrating.]

Whoever's designed this put some pretty heavy protection on it.

[A few more taps that get nowhere.]

C'mon, let's negotiate.

This tradition has layers

[There are bunches of onions everywhere! Which is perfectly okay, because it's some sort of tradition and they don't look terrible.

His problem is that the spirits have decided he needs to be an active part of the onion festivities, either handing him bunches to hang up (which he's happy to do) or hanging bunches on him (he's had three around his neck so far; each time he removes one another seems to appear).

One seems even more confused than he is about the whole thing, as he's just caught it opening the door on his lantern and attempting to stuff onions inside it. Probably not a good idea, considering he doesn't know whether they'll put the fire out or just create horrible smelling smoke.]

No, not in there. Cut that out. [It makes some chirping noises he doesn't understand and goes for the lantern again, prompting him to pick it up and hold it out of the spirit's reach.] No.

Wildcard!

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Arrival: Elf Man Makes Threats with Sword

[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.]

At the docks
[Jo meets the ferry at the dock as is now tradition. For a moment as the arrivals disembark, she's distracted by the thought that this is the sixth group of people she's watched do this.

That is counting the groups who technically didn't have the ferry make it to the dock, thanks to Crowley. That was a rough couple of arrivals.

She didn't ask for anything, but when the stuff starts coming off the boat, she gets to work trying to direct the flow of traffic. Even if you aren't carrying anything, she might stop you for a quick check-in. Don't mind the small blonde in two coats and sturdy boots looking you over.]

You okay?

The celebrations
[Jo doesn't know where most of these traditions are from. That certainly isn't stopping the spirits from involving her, which she doesn't mind in this case. This all seems harmless enough. No one is passed out and there doesn't seem to be any panic among the spirits. Just ridiculous joy.

She's already acquired a noisemaker and there's a long string of onions hanging from a colorful loop on her coat.

She grabs a plate from a nearby spirit and distracts them with- well, she doesn't know what this fruit is, Nebraska doesn't have pomegranates, but it works to save the plate. To get it away from a spirit she'll pass it to whoever is closest.]

Here, find somewhere to stash this. If they get everything before the ferry comes back we'll be eating off our hands. [That's not a good idea in the winter. Or ever.]

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