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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[fjorgedinfire]

And now Fjord frowns. "Should I be? Bless ain't ever hurt me before."

Since. Cadeuces uses Bless on them all the time, for that little extra boost in a fight.

[lunchbreaks]

He blinks.

"Have you been... blessed by an angel?" he asks, to help clarify things.

Obviously.

[fjorgedinfire]

Okay, he has to snicker. "I wouldn't go so far as to call Caduceus an angel, but he is a cleric. Jester, maybe." Maybe more of a trickster spirit, though.

But then something clicks, and he squints a little. "...do you think I'm an Infernal, in some way?" Should he be offended??

[lunchbreaks]

He blinks. "Yes?" he says. "You are green, that's hardly a trait usually seen in humans or angels." He blinks. "Do you have alternate definitions of Caducei and Jesters? I think I need to hear yours."

[fjorgedinfire]

"It's plenty common for half-orcs, though," he corrects, perhaps a little stiffly. "Caduceus and Jester are my teammates, Duces is a firbolg and Jester's a tiefling."

[lunchbreaks]

"I'm sorry, a -- oh. Oh, a tiefling." He looks confused for a moment, and racks his brain, murmuring tiefling to himself for a bit, and. "Ah--! Do you by any chance know a Molly Tealeaf?"

[fjorgedinfire]

"I do, actually," he says lightly. "He used to be one of our team as well. Though I imagine he'd be offended by you assumin' that we know each other just because I mentioned tieflings."

Though he'd probably delight in the awkwardness.

[lunchbreaks]

"Well, I'd never met a tiefling before, I had assumed they were quite rare. Are they not? Ooh, I've never met a half-orc either. Oh dear. Very sorry to have assumed, we don't-- we don't have tieflings or half-orcs or firbolgs on Earth. Well, we have firbolgs and orcs, but only in stories." He looks a bit embarrassed. "I really am sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

[fjorgedinfire]

"How dare you, sir," he says, in the flat tone of someone who is not actually offended and just playing it up. "I don't know if I'll ever recover."

He pauses for a moment, just in case that he's joking doesn't click, and adds, "It's fine, really. Half-orcs and tieflings aren't all that common where I'm from, either."

[lunchbreaks]

He breathes a sigh of relief. "Well, even if you didn't know Molly before, I would think you'd be good friends, since the two of you share a similar humor."

[fjorgedinfire]

"You think so?" He sounds curious, and... vaguely flattered? He's not sure how he should take that, honestly, but if they got along worse they sure wouldn't have roomed together so often. "Well, that's good to know."

[lunchbreaks]

"I also suppose it would be better to let him explain this place to you," he adds. "It's usually easier to hear from a friend."

[fjorgedinfire]

"True. But it's more informative hearing it from different people," he counters lightly. "I appreciate people not liking me enough to mince words yet."

[lunchbreaks]

"Well, alright. Did someone explain to you that we're dead?" Let's start off with the easy stuff, shall we?

[fjorgedinfire]

"I am well aware of my deceased status, thank you," he says dryly. "And if Molly hadn't told me first-" indirectly, Fjord had intuited that one "-then Stone helpin' me set up my tablet sure did, with that whole introduction thing."

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh! Good, excellent," he said. "Sorry, some of the new folk didn't want to listen to the whole thing." If it helps, Aziraphale voiced the help guide, so he should sound familiar. "Well, here we are. You should get a place to stay first, and then, well. What were you good at, in life?"

[fjorgedinfire]

"Stone recommended I did," he admits. "And then said he wanted to make fun of the narrator's voice," he adds with a knowing grin.

"I've got a room here, though, Molly helped set me up. And I'm a sailor, first of all. I'm also pretty good with a falchion, and I've got some magic as well."

[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale pouts when Fjord mentions his voice, as if he might have words with Stone later.

"Well. A sailor and a fighter. What sort of magic do you do?" he asks, cautiously interested. "I do love a good magic show."

Sorry Fjord, he totally misunderstood.

[fjorgedinfire]

He was hoping for that face, it was exactly how he thought it would look.

"My magic's not... for show, so much." But Aziraphale isn't totally off the mark. "Mostly it's combat stuff, but I can do this."

And with a light gesture of one hand and a mutter under his breath, Fjord's appearance changes in an instant - to look exactly like Aziraphale, down to the last curl. He's even the same height, as he shifts his seating to rest an elbow on the table far more casually than the angel ever would.

[lunchbreaks]

"Ooh!" he remarks, in surprise, and then delight. "Very good!" He claps his hands together and leans in to inspect Fjord as if trying to find any sort of flaws. "How did you do that?" he asks, waving a hand in front of Fjord's face as if he might find some sort of magician's tricks.

[fjorgedinfire]

Fjord instinctively leans back from the hand, and lifts his own to gently push Aziraphale's away. His rough calluses are still tangible through the illusion, and his fake sleeves brush through Aziraphale's arm.

"It's called Mask of Many Faces - it's... a gift, of sorts, from my patron." He even sounds like Aziraphale, until he dismisses the spell a moment later.

[lunchbreaks]

Ah, yes, definitely only an illusion then, because Aziraphale's hands are extremely soft, as if he'd never done a day of hard labor in his life, and moisturized often.

"Your patron? Oh, like a God? That is very interesting. Goodness, you've got it all down. Except the mannerisms, of course. Those need a little work."

[fjorgedinfire]

"Gimme a few more conversations with you and I'll be able to fool just about anyone," he says, and his tone isn't smug but there's certainly some pleased edge to it. "I wouldn't necessarily call it a god, but it's still the source of all my magic. I don't have much energy for casting, though, but I get by."

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh, is this a challenge?" he asks. "I'd like to see you try to fool everybody." Which, they'll have to wait until Crowley wakes up. Would be sort of cheating though, as they'd known each other for several millennia. "The most I can do is..."

He moves his hands down the front of his shirt, and suddenly he's wearing what Fjord was wearing before. He reaches out his arm so Fjord can inspect; it's solid, not an illusion.

[fjorgedinfire]

"I'd like to reiterate the 'just about'," he repeats good-naturedly - and then his eyebrows lift in surprise at Aziraphale's own trick.

"Holy shit." He reaches out to touch the copy of his armour Aziraphale is now wearing, and he has to say it's a bit weird seeing the beaten up leathers on someone else. "I think that puts my trick to shame a little," he says teasingly.