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INTRO LOG: AUGUST

INTRO LOG: AUGUST
KANGAROO COURT

characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: august 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. winters introduces himself and explains the situation. also, rats. :(
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 that glows steadily 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.

•••
Maybe you already noticed them while the ship was still on the move. Or maybe you simply heard them, the sound of skittering claws, tiny squeals that sound more like high-pitched hoots. Whatever the case, they're impossible to miss as the ferry docks itself at Beacon's pier.

Rats. Huge ones, the size of small dogs, and tiny ones alike. They come boiling up out of the cargo hold the moment the boat stops moving, a tide of fur and teeth and nails. If you stay out of their way, they'll probably just run past you. But for those unfortunate enough to be in front of them, there's a lot of gnawing and clawing in your future.

The forest spirit rats seem hell-bent on getting off the ferry, but what they've left behind in the cargo hold is a bit of a mess. Crates and boxes have been chewed open and chewed into, as the horde of little beasties searched for anything they could eat. Did you ask Rastus for something edible? Unfortunately, it may have already served that purpose. And if you asked for something else, well, there's a chance it's still been nibbled on. It looks like the general store's supplies were hit the hardest, with about a third of them gone.

Oh, and you thought they were done? No ma'am.

The rats make a beeline for Bonfire Square, separating into smaller mobs to continue their endless quest for food. They slip through doors and windows, rummage through the bar, and generally make a complete nuisance of themselves. It's a plague of truly bubonic proportions, and it might be a good idea to do something about it. But be careful, if you try. Moving with the ravenous tide is a strange and twisted creature, each of its parts larger than the rats around it: the rat king, hungriest of them all. It moves as one unit of goat-sized animals, and it's quite aggressive.

Good luck!

•••
Winters is waiting for the new arrivals on the beach. He flags you down from where he's standing atop a large rock, surveying the gathering crowd. When everyone's made their way over, he speaks:

"First thing's first: I'm sorry you're here. There's no easy way to break this news, so let's just get it over with, hm? You're dead. Or, ah, you've died. Call this the afterlife if you want, or don't if that ain't your thing, but point is, you're here 'cause you died. Those are the facts.

This world's dead, too. You've noticed by now it's pretty dark, yeah? That's 'cause there's no life here, not anymore. And that lantern you've got? That's your life, so to speak. The flame goes out, you die, and vice versa. Keep it close. Should be easy enough to remember on account of how the sun don't rise. You'll need something to see by.

This place is called Beacon, and that's Lake Red Jacket. Town's 'bout a mile down the road, and we've got a bonfire there, but that's the only other light you'll see in this place. Save for the moon and all, though the sky won't do you much good out in the woods. I'll let the folks that's already here explain how the bonfire works to y'all.

Ah, right. I'm Ben Winters—Winters'll do—and you'll find my, er, colleague Will in town. If you've got questions about these tablets, he's your guy. Rastus tends to the fire, and you'll find him in town. He's married to his job in a way. And you may never've seen a person like him back wherever you came from, but don't make a big fuss over it. He's a nice fellow. Mind your manners.

The three of us are leftovers from past resets. We came here on that ferry just like you, but it's just us left now. 'Sides the Lighthouse Keeper, but it'll be a bit before you get to meet her. She's got control over the town, see, and if she ain't satisfied with a group's performance, they get the axe. Town gets reset. If she pulls a reset on you folks, a couple of you might end up like me and Will here, giving this speech to the next crop."

The red beam of the lighthouse pulses over the group, over the trees. Winters glances up to watch it swing out over the bay.

"But don't hold it against her. Ain't her fault we're in this mess, and we've all got a job to do, including you.

For now, concentrate on accepting your lot, yeah? We're here to answer your questions, but we ain't gonna tell you all there is to know just yet. Some things are best learned on your own, and some of it we just don't want to saddle you with yet. There's a limit to how long we can stay here safely, that's true, but thing is, we do got time. Time enough to play this smart. Do better than the folks before us did. Settle in, make peace, explore a bit if you're up for it. Use these first couple weeks to come to grips. You ain't gonna be any good to the town if you don't sort yourself out before worrying about what comes next.

That said, I've got a bit of a plan in the works in terms of getting the Keeper back on the network. More on that in due time, but if you check your tablets, you'll find the network post I put up about it a few days back. If you feel like getting caught up on current events, you'll want to check the weekly bulletins in the post office and the records in town hall.

But most importantly, listen up: You're dead. You died. Whatever your old life was, it's done now. None of us can go back, so all we've got is forward. Welcome to Beacon. Could be worse, yeah?"

Then he turns to address the group of old hats that have come to welcome the newbies.

"You lot have your bearings about you now, right? It won't do us no good moving forward if I'm always the one standing up here answering the questions. Give 'em the rundown, fill 'em in on what you've learned, and help 'em adjust to this place, yeah? Good luck."

With that, he hops down from his perch and heads back into town. You're more than welcome to talk to him or any of the other NPCs through their inboxes, though!

ooc.

Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! For this intro log, Winters will be around to give his spiel, but then he's heading back to town! It's up to the veteran residents to fill in the new folks.

And, um, better deal with that rat problem? The rats will indeed charge into town and cause quite the ruckus (Rastus can be found standing on a chair near the bonfire), but how much trouble they cause is up to you! Feel free to take creative liberties with these forest spirits, and for those of you with packages on the ferry, you're welcome to decide for yourself how damaged your presents may be. Any rats left in town will be driven out once the rain and storms begin on August 5.

Beyond that, please keep an eye out for an upcoming mod announcement, which will involve more housing options, a setting page/map update, a brand new game info page, and some other notes for the month. Stay tuned!

DELIVERIES

The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:

The monthly store restock (though it looks like about a third of the food has been eaten by rats...)
5 cloth face masks for Coraline
A very big pack of crayons for Mary
A sword and sheath for Boromir
A carton of cigarettes and an assortment of makeup (all the stuff he requested and a bit extra!) for Rosinante
A shield, two hefty log books, and a set of paints for Elden
Roughly a month's supply of the sulfa, penicillin, and morphine, a two month's supply of basic medicine and first aid supplies, and three cartons of cigarettes (Rastus did his best) for Wade
A usb-based GPS tracker for Spiderman Who Is Definitely Not Peter Parker
Two cans of paint, one white and one silver, for Scarlett
Three different styles of wrist blades (seems like Rastus got confused and just wanted to cover all the bases) and ka-bar for Billy
Leave-in conditioner, hair gel, a popsicle stick, a stuffed bird, a french press, a gun cleaning kit, 4 boxes of .45 bullets (though, upon further inspection, they're blanks!), and a literal potato sack full of espresso beans for Rafe
Seven sets of rosary beads, one in each color of the rainbow, for Javert
Six small bags of various blends of coffee (all of which will fit the description of Ebony brand coffee, even if it's not that exact brand) arranged neatly in a gift basket, as well as a flyer advertising a smalltown cafe's coffee flight with the words "Vote for your favorite!" for Noctis
A variety pack of loose leaf tea and a tea set for Kuai
2 scimitars and sheaths for M.K.
A sword, sheath, and set of knight's armor (it will fit her very well) for Brienne
A set of throwing knives and a three-pack of fluorescent spray paint for Antimony
A carton of cigarettes and just a shitload of wood, good luck getting it off the ferry, for Rosalind
Five different star(?) shaped charms for "Dawn"
A high quality fishing rod, line, and a tacklebox with a dozen various lures inside, as well as a giftbag that fits all of this for Ignis
A shotgun, three boxes of ammo, a 4 inch iron knife, and a big honkin' Swiss army knife with a frankly cartoonish amount of stuff in it for Jo
A Morse code chart, 10 fresh watermelons, 10 fresh fish, and a sign for Sora
5 boxes of .45 caliber bullets, 15 boxes of .45 caliber rubber bullets, 5 glock pistols, a big ol' pack of target practice silhouettes, and a wooden sign that reads "ROOTIN' TOOTIN' GUN RANGE", as well as an SD card (which will fit in Raylan's tablet) with a gun safety video from the 80s for Raylan
4 boxes of 9mm bullets, a handgun cleaning kit, a leather cord, a small jewelry cleaning kit, and two bags of M&Ms for Nate
A small wooden box containing a collection of feathers, a trident, and a set of armor for Alexios
A first aid kit fit for a school nurse, a set of craft paints and brushes, three medium-sized painting canvases, three sketchpads, an art supply kit, and a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle for Riku
Two cartons of cigarettes and a, um, well, this for Gene
A week's worth of clothing (in his size and #aesthetic) and a set of neckties, including this one, for Five

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[ooc: not-so-gently breaks the ice]
1. Boat Ride
[She was dead- plain and simple. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to her as much as it did. Everything's she's been doing up until now is finally catching up to her. Is it fate, karma? Perhaps destiny. She hopes Rakan is alright... that scatter-bird-brain of a man. She rubs her nose with the back of her hand, staring at the murky waters as the boat gently sways. Her tall ears pick up at the skittering, but before she can focus on it-]

Ow-! Watch where you're going!

[-whoever you are, you stepped on her feathers. That cloak is not cloak.]

2. The Speech
What a load of bullshit, [Xayah mutters and tugs on her cowl, stalking past Winters and the group. She tucks her lantern under her cloak-wing and makes her way up the path and towards the bonfire. She doesn't want to hear a word what that man has to say. He's just trying to find and excuses Keeper for mass murder- two times already. She doesn't buy it. She also doesn't like anyone holding her, now second, life in their hands. Who is she to judge them and decide whether they are good or no?

She stops in front of the bonfire, wing folded over half of her, looking worn, yet still glistening in deep purple from the light of the fire. Tired... she's been sleeping on the boat and yet she still feels so worn out.]

What a load of bullshit... [she repeats, a bit quieter now. Climbing onto the nearby tree trunk, she crouches and hugs her knees, tall ears now flat. She pulls out a golden feather from inside of her cloak, and it instantly gleams so brightly in the light of the bonfire. Softly, Xayah's fingers trace the edges of it and she sniffs. This is nothing, don't cry, you've been through worse...]

3. Damn Rats!

[Sound of something sharp pierces the air and there's a loud screech that follows. Xayah's eyes are narrowed into slits as she stares down the rat she just killed- then throws out another of her sharp feathers and kills the beast before it can climb up someone's leg. Her lips twitch and there's a predatory glint in her eyes-]

Quit crying, it's just a feather. [The chuckle is bordering maniacal but is cut short when a river of them come rushing towards the bonfire. Okay, time to take out the big guns-] Let feathers fly!~

[Jumping in the air, with aid of her wing, she showers the rats below with blades If you're in her way- sorry not sorry, she'd rather not be eaten by rats. She lands on the ground and recalls her feathers, which pierce through few more rats, and they blend with her wing.]

By Vastaya, there are so many of them-! Hey, watch it! They are passing you by! [She yells at the person near her- she's not used to working with someone who isn't Rakan but- this is a special situation.

At least it's preventing you from thinking about her death and past life. For now.]

4. Text

if rats got you cornered tell me where you are
if rats didnt get you cornered come defend supplies

you snooze and you lose- food for entire month
i am a bird but i dont eat like one and id rather salvage whatever i can

5. Wildcard

[ooc: Anything else you want to thread can go here :) hit me up at

windsongwitch if you want to plot and I can get us started]

Edited 2019-08-01 17:52 (UTC)

O, Ratz!

[It's bad enough waking up confused along with a whole smorgasbord of fun emotions attached to said confusion — that was only magnified after an explanation as to what was actually happening — but to have to deal with giant rats on top of everything? Sucks. Majorly. Sure, Fiends were way bigger, and he's been picked up and tossed around by giant mechs, but rats. Really? He's grateful for his armor, which makes all the gnawing and biting far more bearable. It's the only positive thing he has to say about this situation thus far.

Not wanting to waste what little ammo he has, he has made the executive decision to stab any one of those giant rats that get too close with his sword, but leaves the ones who scurry on by alone. Granted, doing so with his lantern is far too awkward, making the 'stabbing' more of a 'slashing wildly at'.

It's when he sees the Rat King in the Bonfire Square that he has to stop and do a double take. How does this get increasingly more fucked up?]

Really?

Somewhere, anywhere

[Being dead must really take the sails out of a person, because he can't help but notice how drained he is. One biotic push on a giant rat left him winded already. He felt somewhat similarly in Hadriel but not quite to this extent.

In order to re-collect energy and to get away from the swarm of giant rats he decides to take shelter in the first place he can find, which he'll more than likely end up having to do more than once, if he can't shake this sluggish feeling weighing him down. But if there's an unlocked door he's rushing inside and heaving the world's most done with this shit sigh one could imagine.

Then he'll notice someone else is in here.]

Oh.

[Yeah, that's all he's got, sorry.]

The Wildest of Cards

[Or make up a prompt! Scott can be seen stabbing and slashing at any rats that are causing too much trouble to himself or other people who might have trouble fending them off. He'll just pop up out of nowhere and start-a-slashin'! Feel free to come up with any other prompt literally anywhere because tired or not Scott is exploring~.]

arrival: mask on

[what kind of person arrives, gives a spiel like that, and then fucks off? And worse, how can they be that wrong? because jason knows there's no way this is death. he watches impassively-- or maybe it seems impassive, thanks to the mask that he's wearing? actually, his whole red ensemble stands out.

as does his lack of reaction at the rats.

finally, he exhales.]

This is a mess I didn't need. [a glance at you, while he tries to appraise... do you believe they're dead?]

parkour: mask on

[when he thinks no one is looking, Jason neatly jumps up, grabs the edge of a roof, and swings himself up. looks like he's going on a little city (town?) exploration.

the ambiance is a little ruined by the lantern, with a small, red bat on it. but, hey, he's a brooding parkour boy.]

bonfire: mask off

[finally, if you've seen him at all today, he still stands out. Hard to maintain a secret identity when you've got one set of clothes, and it is so blaringly red. just this time, his mask is missing, though his hood is still over his face. he looks like he's almost trying to meditate?

but then a rat gets too close, and a sword seemingly appears from nowhere in his hand.

and then the rat is suddenly... headless. yep.

then the sword vanishes? interesting.]

Edited 2019-08-01 17:46 (UTC)

i;; talk about a pickme up.

[ knowing that there were going to be new faces, daylight had decided to tag along and greet them. he distinctly remembers how it felt when he first arrived and he remembers how meeting a friendly face and having a normal chat had helped make the transition smoother.

what he didn't expect as he jogged towards the boat to give a friendly greeting is a stampede of rats. this sure escalated quickly- ]

Oh whoa! Hey- Watch out!

[ without thinking, daylight reaches down and scoops up one of the closest individuals next to him. he hefts them up and presses them to his chassis so they're not bowled over by the stampede of rats. thanks to his integrated armour and his impressive size, daylight is largely ignored by the rats besides a few accidental swipes as they make their way towards the town. whoa boy... that's gotta be addressed soon.

after he watches the hoard of rats run off into the night, his expression grim, daylight realises he's still holding the person in his arms. he has the deceny to look sheepish while setting them down. ]

... Sorry about that. I just- Um- [ his reasoning will probably sound silly if he says it aloud but it's the truth. here goes nothing: ] They looked dangerous. I wanted to protect you but, yeah, not cool.

ii;; some other human's skin.

[ in the midst of trying to deal with the swarm of rats, someone approaches you. it could be at the invincible. it could be at the church. it could even be at the bonfire square, as the fire merrily blazed away and the sound of rats, skittering and searching and scavenging, filled the air.

whoever this young man is, he's most definitely new. anyone who would be willing running around with a bomber jacket while wearing a pair of aviator shades in this perpetual night is going to stand out.

but he does his best to be friendly at the moment he seems- he smiles, clearly nervous but strangely sincere as he holds up a broom he must he swiped from the general store. ]

Hey- Do you need a hand? I can go chase those rats off while you focus on your getting your items for safekeeping. Thought you could use the hand.

[ for those who have met a certain hybrid, the young man would sound shockingly familiar in this moment. but if you haven't then he sounds like your typical young man in his late teens, at best. he seems to be sincere too so what's the worse that could happen if you accepted the otter...? ]

iii;; who you gonna call? (network option.)

Hey there! [ a voice speaks up from the network, coming from someone with the name @daylit.

is he contacting you on purpose? by accident? just messaging anyone and seeing who picks up? possibly yes for all. but that doesn't matter. not really. what matters is what he has to say: ]

Could you help me with something? I think I found something super freaky in my room at the Invincible!

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. ]

Edited 2019-08-01 17:59 (UTC)

1. Get Me Off This Boat

One moment she was fighting Asav, and her attention got diverted out of concern for her partner, which in their business was what you might call a fatal mistake. It took many a life, and the next thing she knew she was flung off the side of the train. It was a very brutal darkness that met her. Only to wake up in this bizarre situation that felt more like a dream than anything else. After a wary wander around the ferry, she very quickly got off it the moment it docked, swinging herself over the side with the tablet and strange lantern in tow.

She is distracted by the sound on the speaker system. "Well that does sound like hell music," she murmurs. It is only her naturally paranoid instincts and quick reflexes that gets her to scramble back when she hears something scrambling with little claws behind her. This is not her first rodeo when it comes to creepy crawlys and especially not rodents but .... "Bloody hell." Those are not the average rat; Chloe backs up so quickly she backs right up into someone, nearly dropping her lantern but keeping a tight hold.

2. Uncharted People Like Rooftops BTW

Chloe has zero interest in any bloody rodents so after hearing the details from the fellow who she quickly decides is full of shit, she heads toward the nearest reasonably high building she can find. This might very well be her afterlife, and frankly if it is, it isn't that she thinks it's undeserving. A shady and dark place for a shady and dark life led. She grimly accepts the poetry of it, but her paranoia means she'll have to make her own mental map. Especially if there are dog sized rodents running about.

Climbing and adrenaline are a very brief balm to a troubled mind, and this is far from the first or last time she's had to climb carrying items as she goes. Experience and strength finds her all the right holds and hoists up until she finds herself on the roof. Dark hair is pulled out of its customary pony tail only to retie it; this is hardly the place to put anyone's hair down, thank you very much. Chloe stares out into the mostly gloom with only a few spots that provide any light as indicators and after a moment of glowering ... she just plops right down on the roof and lets out a deep breath she feels like she's been holding since she woke up on that bloody boat.

3. Wild card!

Chloe can be found in various spots in the village, keeping intentionally out of the way of any rats and mostly to lighted areas that appear safe for now. She isn't unfriendly and has a welcoming demeanor if someone wants to approach her, but otherwise seems very focused on getting the lay of the land.

RATS!

[Hey! Fuck this!

That's more or less his opinion on everything, frankly, but especially the rats. Heaven's supposed to be about, like, rest, right? Or reward. One of those things, he's pretty sure, he hasn't been to church since he was a kid but he's almost positive it includes one of those things. Anyway, it doesn't include rats, disgusting and swarming and knocking at his boots, making him cry out in disgust and then hiss in pain because oh right he's still fucked up.

But here we are.

He makes his way off the boat with a limp, grimacing. The rats more or less ignore him, being much faster, and that's fine. It's not great, but whatever. The worse part comes when someone else is in trouble, because then he's gotta haul ass.

Maybe you're cornered by a rat. Maybe you're cornered by several rats. Maybe they've got you down on the ground and are biting your nose off right now, or maybe you just really, really hate a rat even if it's like ten feet away. Regardless!]

Chariot!

[A silver creature springs out of nowhere, sword drawn, yellow eyes gleaming as it stares down at the swarm of rats. Without another word Polnareff directs him forward, hand jerking in a sweeping motion-- and oh god there goes that sword, and it's really quite gross, the air is soon thick with blood and little rat corpses, oh, god, that's even more disgusting--

But it gets the job done, and Polnareff grins up at his rescue-ee. If it's a lady, he might even wink, ugh.]

Pretty good, right? Hey, maybe we oughta get out of here. And, uh, I mean, we really oughta get out of here, c'mon, they're definitely giving us funny looks--

[They are, is the thing. There's more and more rats stopping to stare at them, at the corpses, at the bloody massacre before them, and Chariot sweeps in front of his newest companion, radiating protectiveness.]

Text; @ lancelot

hey okay who is good with metal here

and/or making prostetics like did one of you do that in the last life

also have you seen either a young man named Abdul who looks like a know-it-all OR a japanese teenager named kakyoin, also a know-it-all, OR a piece of shit dog who responds to Iggy

any of those ring a bell

hey also as long as i got you all reading this who has some MUSIC because wow this place is pretty down huh the least we could do is get some music going

like even a boombox or something

madonna even i would happily listen to madonna's greatest hits or whatever

Aftermath;

[Once the rats are . . . slightly under control, or at least not actively swarming his boots, he finally makes his way to the general store. It's really, really hard to walk with part of your foot missing (not that anyone can see it, with his boots on), but if he wants to solve this problem, he's gonna have to try and find something. So! Prostetics! That's a thing, probably, here, although admittedly the forest spirits distract him at first. But then--]

Oye! Don't you have any hair gel?

[THIS HAIR STYLE DOES NOT MAINTAIN ITSELF??]

Wildcard;

[You know what to do; catch the man at the store or at the bar (you know he's gonna be drinking) or just walking around with that fucking hairstyle. Whatever!]

[Chloe on the other hand has no intention at all of dealing with giant bloody rats, so when she saw an entire little collection of them coming her way, she immediately popped into a hiding spot for the time being. It's not as if she has a gun or even a knife to her name, so hiding or climbing up high were her only options. She'll do the latter once the coast seems to be clear, but instead someone else comes barreling in.

She is currently on her tablet although not commenting on anything she's seen; only reading, memorizing, noting names and trying to get what research she can from it. Mostly, it's all madness. She scrambles to her feet the moment the door opens and raises her fists in an immediate defensive posture. Warily she gives the fellow a quick once over and narrows her eyes slightly before relaxing her stance.]

You ever heard of knocking? Giant mutant rats are no excuse to be rude. [She smiles wearily and tilts her head.] Joking.

[Having sheathed his sword he at least has one hand free to hold up in that universal 'I swear I'm not here to start shit' gesture, while the other still clung to the strap of his lantern. Man, this thing was inconvenient.

He's out of breath and thoroughly annoyed, but he still manages a chuckle, at the very least.]

Sorry, when I tripped in my escape and slammed my head into the door I thought that would suffice as a knock. [Also a joke. But it did almost happen.] Hope I wasn't interrupting anything.

[She glances at the sword for a moment, her mind doing a little exercise in how worth it would it be to steal that from him for her own protection. Probably not. This is the first day after all. Not the time to be making enemies of people with swords. Ah well. Her common sense usually wins over her survival instinct, but only slightly.]

Yes, I'm afraid you are ruining my spa day. I was just about to relax with some cucumber water and soothing classical music.

[Chloe's smile is more genuine this time since the only thing that truly puts her at ease is a little banter. She still warily has her guard up just in case, but goes back to where she was casually sitting on the floor, moving her lantern to the other side of her. If he wants to sit he can.]

I'm assuming you decided to fight the rodent monsters. How did that go for you?

( ☾ 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 )

⟢ the first gift she has been given was her husband, alive, even in this odd place of death, and it is not what she meant to achieve, but what she wanted most of all was a reunion. that’s a thing with magic, she thinks to herself: one needs to keep the intention crisp and clean, or else one might get exactly what one wants. now their daughter is alone with xenech when she’d meant to give her back her father –– but even that can be a blessing, can it not? her brother will raise her with all the dedication in the world, teach her the ways of the witchery.

for the moment, she is seated a little aside from the bonfire, on a low branch of a tree. she’s covered in blood still, her own blood, shining bright and fresh on her white dress, and she’s busy with gift number two: the strange contraption. ‘tablet’, someone had called it, and she had seen others use it for communication, but somehow, it remains sealed to her. it seems to want her to do something, but she has no clue what – and she’s getting increasingly frustrated, shaking it, tapping against the casing, crooking her head. ⟣

Is asking for runes of a kind, isn’t it?

( ☾ 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒖𝒑 )

⟢ her hood is still pure white, thankfully, luckily, but her dress proper is ruined for the time being, and she is looking for a replacement. preferably something in white? she is digging through the thrifting-like selection of clothing, coming up with an armful of things ––

one pair of pants is being torn at by a rat.

for a moment, she looks at the sizeable creature, then nature overcomes her and she bares her teeth at it, hissing.

when she notices she’s being watched, she’ll aim for an apologetic smile. ⟣

Pesky creature.

⟢ wait, while you are here–– she holds up one of the items of clothing with a questioning look. ⟣

Tell me, what manner of animal is this made of?

⟢ it’s a jacket. a jeans jacket. ⟣

( 🔒𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 )

⟢ their reunion on the ferry had been passionate, and hurried, and desperate. if they could be so swiftly united, who could tell how easily they might be torn apart again? yaeris feared more than anything the idea that this was merely transit, that the ship would pause on one dock for him and one for her. that she might wake as though from a dream, by their daughter’s uneven sleep, by her brother’s gentle hand.

it is no dream, though. and they share a destination.

truth be told, she pays little attention to the rats, the cause of her death, the other arrivals, winters, anything or anyone. what do they matter, what does this matter, if she can gaze into ahvenrel’s eyes again, hold him, touch him, be with him?

how treacherous, how much a lie had her wish been? has she ever wanted to bring him back to life, or had she hoped to simply be with him once more? it’s too weak a thought to consider. ⟣

Something is changed.

⟢ she says it soft and with affection as she draws him into the forest, away from all the rest, all the noise, and the fire. ⟣

( ☾ 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅 )

⟢ surprise me! she’ll go explore just about every building in the days to come, since they still kind of trip her up. she can also be found scaling trees in the forest! if you would like to plot for something specific, hit me up on plurk at nehelenia or on discord at dracula#1035. ⟣

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[So he's at least 99.99% sure that this is a wrong number, but who is he to leave someone in distress?]

Yeah. I guess I could do that. Which room is it?

I know an Iggy
But I'm pretty sure we're not thinking of the same one

well

does yours respond well to coffee-flavored gum

and is a dog

also are you really a knight or are you like just trying to be cool

are you seriously three minutes in and already threatening to hoard the food? that's a dick move

Actually
He does
But you got me on the dog part

Neither
It's a video game back home

[Listen, he's a good man, but there's only so far one can be pushed. Especially from someone who just a hissed a rat into submission, like, good lord.]

Snipe.

[It's an instant answer.]

Snipicus . . . Andronymous. You ever heard of it?

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booo not my iggy then mine's a piece of shit mutt
if he comes here and your iggy comes here we should get em together tho that's weird as shit about the gum thing

oh

[Hmm.]

what kind of game, exactly

[Wait- what?]

what no im not
are you blind
did you seriously not see the flood of rats
they are going to destroy everything if we dont destroy them

yes OBVIOUSLY im more talking about the YOU SNOOZE YOU LOSE thign

be clearer in ur writing next time you make it seem like you're gonna like perch on it like a bird and not let anyone near it

also

how many rats have oyu killed

I dunno!

[But she beams, not at all put off by the hissing. In a weird way, it reminds her of home. Those kinds of animal communications are so simple and easy to understand.]

But I think you'll look very pretty in it, and anything else, too.

AW, RATS

[ after his less-than-spectacular reunion with five, ben has decided to take a walk and explore beacon. he unsurprisingly isn't in the most chipper mood, but he did sort of drop a huge bomb on his brother. fortunately for him, he won't have time to feel too distraught about it because he will very quickly remember the dog-sized rodents that fled the ferry he'd arrived on. they're now infesting the town which is... probably a bad thing.

so since five needs space and six has nothing better to do, he is gonna help with the rat problem!! at least as best as he can.

setting out to the general store first, he plans to stock up on supplies, maybe pick out some clothes and attempt to protect the food from the rodents. it seems his current choice of weapon for this mission is a broom. it's not going great. ever tried to sweep aside dog-sized rats? he can tell you it's harder than it looks.

but no worries! he'll probably be fine. although, they have cornered him, so maybe a little help would be fantastic? ]

AW NO, MORE RATS

[ he didn't have as much time on his hands back in the general store, but now that he is out of there and his brother is still AWOL, ben will be busy setting up traps for the rodents. he is pretty crafty using nets and other more lethal means to get rid of them.

in fact, it looks like everything is going smoothly for him in his little corner of the town when—

wait, what the hell is that? it looks like six has met the king rat. if he wasn't used to having eldritch tentacle monsters come out from his stomach, he would be more grossed out. it's a good thing he is up in a tree right now, finishing up the final touches to his net trap.

now, he just needs to wait and see if the rat will fall for the bait — a small pile of fruits. the net is big enough to capture a large animal, so a goat-sized mass of rodents should be fine, right? hopefully, nobody decides to step into the mass of leaves on the ground instead. ]

AWH... A PET RAT?

[ honestly, ben is pretty tired from fighting the rat infestation. he also may or may not have forgotten that his body needs basic things like food, water and rest now, so once his stomach starts grumbling and he can feel that once familiar pang of hunger, he decides to give himself a well-deserved break.

it's a little weird eating again, but he is very excited about it. so, don't mind if he looks a little too happy tasting a slice of bread or biting into an apple.

it seems his taste test has attracted one of the rodents though. since he figures he has had enough strife with them, six breaks off a piece of his bread and offers it to the rat. it won't be long before he gets a new friend out of it. whether you catch him eating with the rodent or suddenly walking around town with it, he will assure you that it's kind of(?) friendly, so please don't hurt it. after all, the number of rats have dwindled significantly by now.

what is the harm of letting one or two go? ]

WILDCARD

[ ooc; wanna do something else? go right ahead! i'm open to both logs and network stuff. if you have any comments or questions, don't hesitate to shoot me a pm. ]

My Iggy is here
Guess we'll just have to wait on yours
He's kind of obsessed with coffee
Pretty sure he'd bath in the stuff if he could

It's a mobile game
We used to all have it on our cells

you snooze you lose food to the rats because theyll eat everything

and maybe i should, i work hard, i like to be paid well

well

[She looks up from the tablet and at the ground around herself, feathers stuck everywhere- trees, path, grass. If there was any sun, the blades would glisten pretty purple]

enough that i cant count them

probably more than you

[As he's brooding on top of a roof, he'll suddenly hear the air cut through with a delighted squeal. It looks like someone was watching! Mary runs over and tries to jump up, too, but of course can't even get close to the roof.]

How did you do that? Me too, me too!

that's kind of weird no offense
i mean i like wine but i'm not gonna get weird about it

okay

but like

do you play as a knight or what

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