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INTRO LOG: JULY

characters: everyone.
location: all over beacon!
date/time: july 1-3.
content: we have some new arrivals, some items finally arrived, and a new bulletin!
warnings: n/a.

welcome to beacon.

The first thing you're aware of as you come to is the glow of a lantern, just within reach. As you start to become more aware of where you are (it could be the forest, it could be a room in a long forgotten school, it could be on the upper level of a severely flood damaged house), you start to recall the events leading up to your arrival. You died, somehow, but how does that equate to you being wherever you are?

A few answers can be found if you pick up and look through the tablet that's settled right beside the lantern. Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits. You might notice mention of a ferry, but that's odd, especially if you're nowhere near the lake...

Leaving where you are and using the provided map on the tablet will help you find your way to town, and along the way you might find some out of place items, like crates of food or toiletries or clothing. Feel free to grab what you find as you make your way there, your new neighbors are sure to appreciate it.

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Requests have been made and thusly have arrived, but... since there's no ferry, where on earth are they? Good news... Another bulletin has been posted!

Luckily for all the newcomers, the tablet 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. Well... it's not quite what it used to be, but there's still helpful stuff on there! Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records that were thankfully saved from the storm. There's no obvious guidance for newcomers other than that... but some have been existing in the dark a year now. Surely they have a wealth of information to share, if someone wanted to ask.

happy anniversary.

While it might be hard to accept in a world of eternal darkness, it has been a year since the last reset. It's been a long year, and it seems as if the spirits have noted the fact it is an anniversary of sorts, and have seized the opportunity to present any Beaconite, both new and old, with a little something to celebrate.

Present what? Well, that depends. Either an item of player's choosing (anything not tied to a canonical world, though if you're not sure, feel free to confirm with us), or comment here to receive a mod-generated gift, complete with a spirit bringing fair tidings. There is no risk of danger or death in these prompts. Just an opportunity to celebrate and for characters to get something nice!

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Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to The Next Night! This is an exciting arrival, as it marks a year in the world of Beacon and the very first arrival for our GPSL!

A lot has been happening in the last two months. Many of the NPCs that helped and protected the town seem to be unfortunately absent. A group of explorers managed to find Dr. Solis' lab, and everyone in Beacon helped contribute to restoring lantern repairs and teleportation functionality. There's absolutely need for more help, though -- please do have your character sign up to help out as well!

Last but not least, upon discovery of the radio tower, it seems as if something went south in the Helix Station below the lake. Characters are working to organize a way down there to potentially tangle with a adolescent version of what killed this world, and soon. This might be the calm before the storm... so enjoy it. Please check in here if your character would want to be involved (and just to check out the plan for the month)!

DELIVERIES

As mentioned by the Librarian, the newly ported in items have arrived. It's just that they're... kind of everywhere. Characters will have to recover the items from wherever they've landed, and safe to say they're all over the place. However, for specialized items that characters requested, they can find a spirit guide by the General Store to lead them exactly where their item landed. Whether it's quite what they expected is another story, though nothing will befall them collecting their wares!

The monthly store restock, which is more bountiful and generous than usual! The lab crew must have worked really hard to get this just right. Meat and vegetables arrive fresh, already washed, and in great shape, the bread is still warm to the touch, and huge sacks of beans and grain don't even have a single stray stone in the mix. Add to all that a lot of neatly-coiled rope, fresh clean blankets and sheets, and a variety of other helpful goods - and even a huge box of frozen chicken nuggets and fries for the lunch lady.

Strewn across town with the requested items and the usual restock are what appear to be... limbs? Heads? Bodies? But on approach, it turns out to be the parts of ruined scarecrows, stuffed with straw and corn husks. They look to all be very well-dressed, though, and have some pretty nice buttons sewn on for eyes that might be salvageable. Of course, they do seem to be watching you as you walk around, but surely that's all in your mind. They can't really move, right?

For Rosinante: Six cartons of cigarettes plus a bonus sampler pack with a few different fun flavors!

For Minimus: A brand new package of eight rust-resistant galvanized steel signs in a variety of shapes, all the nuts and bolts required to assemble them with included signposts, and several tubes of paints, brushes, and even some premade stencils for common safety symbols.

For Pudding: Three dozen candy jackets and one large island-themed wedding cake.

For Fitz: Five cartons of very fine tobacco cigarettes, two sets of bright red guitar strings, a child-size string clipper (functional, but quite small), and a guitar slide inscribed with the phrase n̵̹͆'̸̰́g̶̼̔h̶̡̒a̷̝͒ ̷̬̂à̵̗ḧ̶̙́ ̴͉̀s̸̻̈y̷͖̓h̷̜͠à̶̳'̶̯̚h̷̘̏ ̵̤̍v̷̹̀u̴̟̚l̶͚̒ǵ̴͇t̸̘́m̷̗̓ō̵̧g̴̩̈

For Cao Pi: A well-packed wine box with twenty bottles of quality red and white wines, plus an additional bonus bottle of champagne.

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

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At the notion of being afraid, Mary lifts up her chin, puffing out her chest. "I'm not afraid! I just haven't decided if I like you, yet."

But as if she hadn't said anything the least bit offensive, she lets go of Rosi and darts over to the table. "Look! I went treasure hunting!" She throws out her hands in an excited gesture, hopping slightly.

It looks like she's collected a series of general restocking supplies that could be found at the general store, and then a couple of oddball things, such as...the bone saw that she picks up and waves above her head.

...you mean you're not from Wa?

[Cao Pi has just entered with a crate he stubbed his toe on, which happens t contain miscellaneous supplies. No food or clothes, though. He nod to Law's getup, which he thought was perfectly normal clothing, really, and then...eyes slightly up, past the tattoos. This guy is slightly taller than him, oh no.]

Wait. I have seen you...a picture of you. The commander's room, the posters...

The smell of food draws Rosinante downstairs to retrieve lunch for him and Law. Rather than waiting for the tail end to grab a bite, or sitting in a corner by himself, he's now got someone he wants to actually spend time with - but like Rosinante, that someone isn't much for loud social gatherings. Easy to get around it when you live in the same building as the big daily lunch, though.

Which, he can see as he arrives on the ground floor, truly is big today. Already in a good mood, the smell, the sight, hell even the music (maybe especially the music) has him smiling as he heads over to the bar to peer into the kitchen before Soldat has finished setting it all out.

"Almost forgot what a real lunch was," he teases as he eyes a whole pile of roast vegetables on a baking tray. "You must be in heaven right now."

(continued from here)

I'm not the sort of woman who needs saving.

[ But her words are delivered to empty space as he removes himself abruptly from the room. Now that's a useful trick.

Amused at the former Warlord's abruptness, she makes for the door herself, holding her lantern low at her side, ready to shield it. It will be a liability in a fight, and she's already thinking about ways to mitigate it as she steps outside the room where they met and glances around for a quick status check. ]

"Pretty happy," Soldat agrees, only slightly muffled around the ivory pendant in their mouth (apparently at one point it had been an actual decoration, it's still vaguely animal shaped), and yet still about as cheerful as Rosinante has probably ever seen them. And, because they know perfectly well now Rosi's tendency to bite into things that aren't ready yet, they pull their chew toy out and add over their shoulder, "Don't grab yet. They're too hot. Give it a minute. And there's beef coming out of the oven to go with it."

"Most people don't," Law mutters, matter-of-fact, as if to tell her not to bother with the decision. Clearly he's not offended at all — if anything, the thought she'd like him seems far more offensive.

He glances over at the objects she's picked up with disinterest, until she holds up the bone saw... only then is there a spark of something that could either be approval or trouble in his eyes.

"At least there's something useful." In her pile of things? Out there among the supplies scattered all over? Could be either of those things. What's obvious, though, is the fact that he's looking at a literal child waving a bone saw and sees absolutely nothing wrong with this situation.

[ well, law thinks, at least he already has a hat so he doesn't need to worry about...... anything like the thing that looks like a small animal died on this guy's head. ]

That's fine.

[ it's not like any clothing stores on the grand line or in the new world sell clothes with his crew's insignia on them, after all. he'll be fine with some adjustments. ]

Where is it?

Never heard of the place.

[ he wonders if it's a coincidence it sounds so much like wano; perhaps, perhaps not. he's not curious enough to ask.

he gives the guy a flat look as he takes his time to look him over — the reason of which becoming quickly apparent. he freezes, and thinks, great. meaning not great at all. ]

What of them?

[ if he sounds a little sharp, well. it's mostly because he's just that embarrassed. ]

[ even if he doesn't hear them... he didn't need to, really. that much is apparent from the way she speaks, the way she holds herself.

meanwhile, law is already halfway around the house, kikoku in his hand, a blue circle expanding to cover the area around him — just in case.

but when he gets to the halfway point, there's... nothing. he thinks he sees eyes in the forest, steady and watching, but no killing intent. or maybe his observation haki just isn't doing all that good a job, here. ]

[his expression eases slightly in turn. Granted, he's wearing a mix of bloodstained silk and armor and plain modern clothes from the shop so Cao Pi is a little less than perfectly regal at the moment, but he still puts on the air of authority.]

In all the recent chaos I had not taken the time to ask him the significance of them. Curious, though, that the face in the pictures is now standing before me. [a thoughtful stroke of his chin] If only I could read the lettering I might even already know your name. I will trade you mine: Cao Pi, styled Zihuan, Lord of Wei.

"Oh - right." Yeah he'd just been leaning in and about to reach forward, but he straightens his back and lets his hand fall to his side, and manages not to look entirely like a very tall scolded child.

"I like this song, what's this one?" It's just distracting enough to keep him from drooling all over everything while he waits.

She'll like him in time, Rosinante is certain of that. Or maybe he's just desperately hoping she'll like him, because it would be a real pain if these two can't coexist when he wants to take care of Mary and yet also have Law at his side at all times now that they're no longer apart.

His gaze follows Mary as she runs over, and he smiles at her enthusiasm, which helps center him, clear some of that anguish she'd run into the middle of. The food is a welcome sight - he'll have to go out and get more, but she's made a good start on refilling their cupboards with things she likes (not enough vegetables, though - he'll fix that). But the saw, and then Law's reaction to it, actually makes him chuckle. "Wow, cool. What are you going to do with that?" he teases.

No, he's not shocked by her attraction to a bone saw, apparently. Just life with Mary.

This is absolutely just life with Mary. She gives Law a bit of a curious look--apparently, she's generally more used to people, or at least new people, raising a fuss at her antics--but then carries on. "I dunno yet. I'll come up with a really fun game!"

Who doesn't want to play games with bone saws? She looks at Law again.

"Do you know any games?"

"I don't play games."

He has neither the time or the inclination to, frankly. But... Cora-san told him to try and be, you know, at least somewhat nice to this girl, and with some weariness he supposes he might as well try and not be completely contrary to his wishes. He can get along with people if he just wants to.

And so:

"But if you find some bones, I can teach you how to saw through them cleanly."

Of course, with his abilities, he's hardly needed to use an actual bone saw for ages, but that doesn't mean he can't still do it perfectly... and it's certainly better than any games.

With a slow turn of his head and an arched eyebrow (though really, who could tell beneath the bangs), Rosinante fixes Law with a look that's... not shocked, exactly, but more than a little uncertain.

But it doesn't last. He shrugs it off. Honestly, if she can learn to control the occasional violent impulse and turn it into something useful like actual medical skill, that's not a bad thing at all. She's not going to get any older and shouldn't be treated as a child her whole life - that's just not fair. Besides, Law wasn't that much older than her when they first met, and he was plenty capable. Hell, maybe they were the same age, as he's still not entirely certain how old Mary would be, were she born in the way most children are.

"That's not a bad idea," he decides with a slow nod. "I bet she could learn a lot from you, Law."

She's certainly not afraid of blood. She just needs to have her interests channeled, that's all.

Down this road [He points out a path.] to the downtown area. I can show you the way.

[Considering that this guy is new. The first new guy in months.]

I died. Just like everyone else here.

[ flatly, to answer the part about it being "curious"... what the fuck is so curious about it. he's dead, everyone else is dead, dead people seem to get brought in. that's that.

he does, however, give him a nod at the name. he remembers cora mentioning him, though the exact details escape him. (look, he was exhausted, both physically and mentally and emotionally. his cognitive faculties weren't functioning at the usual high rate.) ]

Trafalgar Law... captain of the Heart Pirates.

[ you know, introduction for introduction. ]

[ he's very close to snapping that he can walk a road on his own, but then he reconsiders; he doesn't know if it stays like that, and frankly, from what he remembers of the long road from the cottage he'd found himself in to the inn he's staying at, now, it wasn't exactly... easy.

and he's not about to go bother cora just for this. ]

... fine. Let's go, then.

[ hope he didn't expect any small talk, because there just... isn't any. at all. law just starts walking. ]

The look on Mary's face says it all. Her eyes light up, and all of a sudden Law is much, much more interesting than someone Rosinante is clearly very close to who she might have to view as competition.

"I'll go find some bones right away!"

It's just that, uh, Mary has that look on her face that says BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY so maybe she should cool her jets.

[oooh, he can already tell he's going to enjoy having this guy around, if by enjoy one means having regular sarcasm-offs. God, he misses sarcasm-offs with worthy opponents.

He tries to remember if he's heard the name before - he's asked about things he's witnessed in Rosinante's past, but was the name ever shared? - but while he racks his brain, Cao Pi puts two and two together. It's not so much the hat (although the child in the visions had a spotted hat) as it is the eyes. Something about the eyes. He reels back slightly as it dawns on him.]

You are...the boy. The one he died for.

[OUCH]

Well. He did hope you had grown up well. It appears you did. My condolences about the death, on the other hand.

As Elektra puts in some hours at the lab, she will notice at some point that a moth has landed on her lantern. A spirit moth, of course, with a mask delicately placed over its tiny face. It watches her work, wings slowly working at the air, before eventually flying off again.

In its place, however, is a decorative bead. When she lifts her lantern, she'll realize it's impossibly light. So light, in fact, it floats mid-air. She won't have to constantly hold onto it or clip it to herself any longer, just stash it wherever she likes and it will contentedly "hang out" as long as she needs.

By the Bonfire, Cao Pi will encounter the one of the most adorable spirits Beacon has ever seen. The adorable face is actually a mask, with bright eyes blinking behind it. The thing is tiny, and comes armed with a gift that is bigger than it is. It's even wrapped, though, spirits being unique creatures, it happens to be wrapped with grass and moss. Still, thought that counts.

Underneath all the fuss, though, is what appears to be an extremely old bottle of wine. We're talking sorta suspect, dusty and forgotten looking, and what might have been a date roughly scratched into the glass at some point. When Cao Pi drinks it, he'll find it hits pretty hard and he'll sleep like a rock the night after. However, no matter how he tries, the bottle will never empty. An endless supply of some pretty good stuff...

Though the tiny spirit does warn, with a tipping motion and a waggling finger, that Cao Pi should not break it. Be careful with your endless wine bottle, Emperor!

He will drink to your health and afterlife every time he pours a glass from this bottle, tiny spirit! Once he discovers the benefits, of course.

As Fitz is walking near the school, he'll hear something making urgent, sharp trills for his attention. When he stops he'll see there is a particularly small spirit trying to catch up with him, and they are dragging something just behind them in the dirt.

Which, well, not the best way to treat a gift. Fitz will have to dust and grass off the guitar to see what it really looks like. Once it is in his hands, the spirit will clap, make an oooooh sound, and sit down on the spot in hopes for a performance.

And as Fitz plays his adoring crowd a few notes, he'll note the guitar sounds great and plays easily. Perhaps more notable, though, is it puts the spirit into a sense of calm so strong after only a song or two, it falls asleep. This effect is particularly strong on spirits (the smaller they are the more effective it is), though he will find it works similarly for other residents of Beacon, if they're willing to let it (in other words... with player permission).

aaaaaah. AAAAAAAAH I love this, thanks! Fitz will be delighted by the gift because this is a fab and groovy ax, and the effects are...interesting! He'll try and use his powers for Good.

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so how sure is rosi that he wants them to get along, i mean really

look...

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it's good and fine

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