logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: FEBRUARY

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.

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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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Death doesn't mean a whole lot to them, huh? Gregor can relate. Except apparently this death meant something, for whatever reason. Or maybe this sort of thing happens every time and he just forgets about it later.

But about the absence of people attacking each other: good to know. He might be dead, but old habits certainly are not, and this community is in a familiar situation. Small and vulnerable, surrounded by enemies they can't see, with most of them unequipped to defend themselves. Beacon can't afford any overly violent elements, any threats from within. They have enough problems as it is.

"I can't imagine something like that would go unnoticed in such a close-knit community, so it probably hasn't happened."

Unless Jason is straight-up lying to him, but that doesn't appear to be the case. He seems like an honest kid, and he doesn't really have a reason to, anyway.

"Just to be clear, I'm not interrogating you because I think you're wasting your time. I think this is a good idea, actually. It might seem like it when we're all together in one group," like at the bonfire meeting, "but there aren't that many of us. Any issue could quickly become a disaster. A fire, bad weather, the hostile spirits deciding they're bored..." Jason gets the idea, he assumes.

"So it's a smart strategy. Was it your idea?"

Jason appreciates the explanation and acknowledgement because there were points where he felt like he was being questioned. He wasn't used to that, but he also had to remind himself that very few people here knew or truly understood the meaning of his parentage and backstory. It was funny, a year or so ago he would have loved to be in a situation where that stuff didn't matter and his merits as a leader could be proven or earned in ways unique to him. Now, he understood a bit about how frustrating it could be having to prove yourself just as capable as the adults.

Though he didn't think anyone doubted his skills that much, after all, he'd been here long enough to prove useful and even lead in some capacities.

"Just so far as it was coordinating the effort. Several people were kind of doing their own thing anyway and this was just a way to get us all on the same page and know who was out when. Maybe even notice if there were any gaps in the patrols or areas uncovered by someone." He'd made an off handed comment about it at one of the previous town halls and since everyone else seemed to have a project already in mind, Jason had taken up this one. "Dividing responsibilities among people was pretty much one of my duties when I was still praetor." Centurion too, to a lesser degree. He had claimed Camp Half-Blood as his new home, prior to everything leading to his death, and yet it was his training and skills at Camp Jupiter that were being used more often here. He supposed that wasn't a bad thing, just a sign that he truly was of both camps.

Oh, hm. One part of that, probably meant to be insignificant, catches Gregor's full attention.

"When you were a praetor?" As in, an ancient Roman official? He's figured out by now that people here are from different times as well as different worlds, but Jason sure didn't strike him as being from the first few centuries CE. Maybe he's just been here long enough to pick up modern speech and habits. "What did you mean by that?"

Maybe he'll return to the previous topic in a bit, but then again they've mostly covered it.

Most people don't know what he means when he uses that term. Most either gloss over it or perhaps think the place he's from has a different use for the term, either way they don't often hone in on it like Gregor seems to. It's interesting, but not necessarily super surprising. After all, they had beings like Castiel and Aziraphale here...but also people from all points of time too.

He considers the question and how to answer. Since arriving he's not been one to lie and so he speaks rather frankly, "I mean I was a commander of the last functioning legion of Rome. The Twelfth Legion Fulminata." 'Was' being less to do with his death and more to do with his shift in position after joining Camp Half-Blood and still maintaining ties with Camp Jupiter.

Jason doesn't think to clarify that this legion happened to exist in the modern United States, because he doesn't realize Gregor is thinking he's some weird out-of-time Roman soldier.

And Gregor doesn't know enough about the exacts of late Roman history to realize whether that was a real legion or not. "Real" in the sense that it existed in ancient times, at least. Which he currently thinks it did.

"Really." It's not a question, it's more of a statement of surprise. "You seem a bit young for that, though I guess that's by my standards, not yours. Has it been hard for you to adjust to all this?"

He makes a wide gesture to indicate the place, the technology, the architecture. Very different from ancient Rome.

He looks around as Gregor indicates everything and Jason quickly realizes his error upon hearing the next question. Perhaps he should clairy.

"Uh...maybe I should explain. I'm from modern times," he pauses, recalling that some people are from different worlds and also from different points of modern, "well the 2000s. When Rome fell the Twelfth Legion was given orders by Jupiter himself to stay alive and bring together the demigods and their children and to keep Rome going. There numbers were a lot smaller, but they still managed to make it last until modern times. They settled in a place we call New Rome in the hills outside San Francisco."

Oh. Hm. That sure is a lot of information all at once! Jupiter being real, or at least real to Jason, demigods being a thing, ancient Rome still being a thing, and all of this in California. That's. Huh.

"So you're... from a secret remnant of the Roman Empire? And related to the gods?" Gregor is careful not to sound too skeptical; stranger things have happened, honestly, so why not this? But he's also allowing for the possibility that this is just a story in Jason's world, something he's been taught about his history but might not entirely believe.

He's also trying not to sound too enthusiastic at the prospect of all of it being true. There are worlds where gods are so present and real that they have children? Fascinating.

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