INTRO LOG: FEBRUARY

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INTRO LOG: FEBRUARY
GRAVEYARD WHISTLING

characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: february 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. rastus gathers the town for a debriefing meeting.
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.

•••

On February 3, after the newcomers have had a chance to settle in, everyone's tablets will ping with a message from @rastus!

Come tob onfier squae.Pl eaas , we wikll disucss our orogress sincereeluy rastuaas I am th ebonfire keeeeeeepr.

...Followed by another message a few minutes later, this time from @keeper

Omg will everyone head down to Bonfire Square for Rastus' town meeting please? He wants to recap what you've all learned so far!!!

And can someone please teach him that he can record an audio message and then send it to everyone instead of looping the whole dang town in on a group text?? 😂😂😂😂

Assuming you do indeed head down to Bonfire Square after all that, what you'll find is this: a series of benches and tables have been set up surrounding the bonfire, and there's enough seating for all of Beacon's residents. As people take their seats near the fire, the barkeeper forest spirits from the Invincible toddle through the crowd with trays of hot chocolate and warm cider, along with a sampler tray of acorns and pinecones, if that's your thing.

Once everyone's here and settled, sipping on hot drinks and maybe busting a tooth on an acorn, Rastus hobbles forward to address the crowd:

"Crrk. Hello. I am Rastus. I tend to the bonfire. I have tended to the bonfire, mrawk, for years and years. You are doing, rmmm, well. Good."

He nods to emphasize the point. Yes, you are doing good.

"Talk. To each other. Share what you have learned. Yes. Crarrk. It is important."

He nods again, and then... shuffles back over to his post near the bonfire, waiting for anyone who might come by with an interest in torches. Seems it's up to you all to get each other up to speed?

Luckily for all the newcomers who may find themselves confused by their sudden arrival here, 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 thrilled to welcome so many new faces into the community, and you've come at a great time! Alongside this intro log, we have our very first cat herd, which is essentially a recap of the plot thus far, as well as a rundown on a ton of great info to help get you started in the game.

But don't feel like you have to read it all right this second! ICly, Rastus will call everyone together for the town meeting on February 3 to give new characters (and players) a chance to get their bearings before smacking them in the face with all the plot. This log will cover both the ferry arrival and the cat herd meeting, so feel free to bounce around in time in your toplevels.

Remember, too, that all of the plot info available in the cat herd can now be considered common knowledge! Newbies and oldbies alike, feel free to assume that your character learns as much of that plot info as you like at this meeting, regardless of whether or not you thread it out.

And of course, go ahead and introduce yourselves on the OOC intro, as well!

DELIVERIES

The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:

• The monthly store restock
  
• For Sora: A gameboy(?), 3 CPR/AED kits, a dozen CPR/first aid training manuals, two packages of capiz shells, a set of candy molds, a caldero, and 3 gameboy games: 3-D World Runner, Decapathon VII, and Sheep It Up!
  
• For Crowley: A variety of clockwork equipment, a large clock face, and the goods
  
• For Jason G: 2 bulletin boards with materials for mounting, 3 packs of pushpins
  
• For Lucius: A manual sewing machine
  
• For Castiel: A dozen flasks of holy oil and a pillowcase-sized satchel of various natural spell components
  
• For Duster: A double bass, complete with a case
  
• For Prompto: A polaroid camera with enough film for 50 photos and a folding sword, which is cruder than the example he gave but roughly the same size
  
• For Aziraphale: A large crate of snowshoes, jackets, and coats in various sizes, a bottle of wine, and a bouquet of red, white, and pink roses tied together with an elegant bow
  
• For Javert: A large crate of various fencing gear and 3 fencing handbooks

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

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Comments

[fjorgedinfire]

[Because your grumpy attitude reminds him of someone, and he could use the distraction.]

You should try it. It's nice and sweet - might wipe that sour look off your face.

[plentystrong]

[ Her glare intensifies, and she shoves the cup at him. ]

Well, why don't you drink it if you like it so much?

[fjorgedinfire]

[He raises a scarred eyebrow at her, but takes the mug and lifts it to take a long sip.

It quickly turns into chugging. The hot chocolate is very hot and his eyes are watering, but after a minute he hands back an empty mug.]

Well, looks like it's not poisoned after all.

[plentystrong]

[ Catra simply watches him, a bit dumbfounded. Her eye might be twitching a little in annoyance. ]

Are you done?

[fjorgedinfire]

Why yes, I am. Thank you fer offerin' that to me. [He's got the most shit-eating grin on his face.] That was very kind of you, Miss...?

[You gonna give him a name or leave him hanging, Little Miss Angry?]

[plentystrong]

It's Catra.

Force Captain Catra.

[ She spits that out as if she wants to let him know exactly how much she hates pleasantries right now, because she does.

But she does make sure to mention her rank, even though she knows that likely won't matter here, but it's the one thing she has to cling to. Something to assert herself that she's strong, that she's on top.

Whatever is going to happen, she's going to get through it like she always did. ]

[fjorgedinfire]

Well it is a right pleasure, Catra. I'm Captain Tusktooth.

[Said with a completely straight face and total sincerity. Hey, it's not a complete lie.] Of the Balleater.

[plentystrong]

[ Which Catra does not question at all, because everyone in her homeworld is named like that. ]

Right. Can you get your ball-eating face out of my face, then?

[fjorgedinfire]

I thought you'd... appreciate some company. If you keep glaring at everything like that your face is gonna stick that way.

[He's fully expecting to get punched at some point for his comments, frankly. But the back-and-forth, as crude as it is, is achingly familiar, and he needs that for a little while. Molly doesn't give him shit the same way Beau does, but Catra is close.]

[plentystrong]

[ She just. Stares for a moment. Then breaks out into harsh laughter. ]

Are you... trying to be my friend?

[ She gets up. Makes herself tall. Laughs again. ]

Oh, this is too rich! Okay, listen up, listen up. I'm done with friends. For good. So save your breath or something. Or die again, whatever, I don't care.

Just leave me alone.

[fjorgedinfire]

[Well. Fjord doesn't look like he's been slapped by her answer; in fact, apart from a sharp blink of (understandable) surprise at her laughter, his face doesn't change much at all.]

Who knows? Maybe I'm just trying to butter you up. I'll be needing a new first mate here, and you seem like the right kind of asshole for the job.

[okay so maybe the 'go die again' comment stung, but that was a fucking hard death okay]

[plentystrong]

[ Catra blinks. She's been too busy stewing in her own rage to notice that she's been played -- with the exact same methods she usually employs. Well, she's not going to fall for it. ]

Not interested.

[ She is aware that she is going to need allies here, but it's going to be on her terms. ]

[fjorgedinfire]

[Fjord raises an eyebrow at her.]

Not a fan of working with other people? Seems a little bit odd for a captain.

[He's curious about how quickly she switched off, when he said that. Looks like a leader-type wasn't going to be what wins her over, at least.]

[plentystrong]

Well, I don't need to be friends with my subordinates.

[ They were never her friends, anyway. So why should she play nice with them now? In the Horde, you did as your superiors said, no questions asked.

Nevermind Catra used to do more than just ask questions, being as difficult as she could possibly be without being outright sent into somewhere like the Crimson Waste. Until she did, of course. ]

[fjorgedinfire]

You know, calling them subordinates to their face probably didn't help matters.

[Just because they were higher ranked didn't make them any kind of morally superior. Fjord, at least, had never wanted to be a captain - he'd taken the role out of necessity, really.]

[plentystrong]

[ Blinkblink. ]

Seriously? What, do you hold hands and sing songs with yours?

[fjorgedinfire]

No. [He pauses.] Well, uh. One of them, yes, actually, but Jester's just like that.

[He gives Catra an openly curious look. Seriously, girl?]

I treat them with respect, and they do the same in turn. I listen if they think an idea I've got is something stupid or reckless, and if they've got ideas I let them try 'em out. I trust them.

[plentystrong]

[ Deadpan: ]

No wonder you're dead.

[ Pot, kettle, etc. ]

[fjorgedinfire]

[Ooh, that strikes a nerve. Fjord gives her a flat glare.]

Trusting my friends isn't what got me killed. Sounds like you can't say the same.

[plentystrong]

[ Of course, that hits a nerve in return. Which Catra will do her damndest not to let on. She crosses her arms, shrugs, looks away. ]

Whatever. Do they have food around here?

[fjorgedinfire]

[Subtle, cat girl.]

What, you mean you don't eat acorns? [He only lets the ridiculous words hold for a moment or two, before he continues.] Most of the inns around seem like they stock food, so you've got one guaranteed meal a day.

[He's gotten by on less, in the past.]

[plentystrong]

Wait, you can eat those things? I thought they were decoration or something.

[ Look, she's new to this. ]

[fjorgedinfire]

[Blink blink.]

Do you... not know what an acorn is?

[plentystrong]

No?

[ Was she supposed to? ]

[fjorgedinfire]

[Fjord frowns, and he's only half joking when he asks:]

Do you know what trees are?