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INTRO LOG: JULY
INTRO LOG: JULY
DEAR FELLOW TRAVELER
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 Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits.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.•••
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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So after a few seconds spent trying to decipher that statement, he lets it go. "All right. Well, if you ever need to, feel free. If you're going to be around, though, you should know... something," he says, frowning as he shifts to instead slouch forward, arms over his knees. "I don't want it to freak you out. And... maybe you can help. In the year I've been here, I actually died again. And when you die here, you come back changed."
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No need for explanations, either. Good.
Instead, it's Cora who starts with an explanation. Law's expression tightens in a way that betrays his worry, and his hand grips Kikoku, as if trying to hold back from immediately performing a scan — it's what he wants to do. He's just holding back for now, to listen before acting.
"Changed, how?" Nothing good, that he can imagine, if just from the don't want it to freak you out.
cw: skeletons don't work like that tbh
His lantern doesn't actually look terrible. A dent here and there, a chip out of the metal. Winters' was worse. But it's enough.
"There was a guy here named Daylight and he lost the ability to see the color yellow. Captain Winters, he had scales on his arm instead of human skin. I, um. I'll just show you."
Nothing like ripping off the bandage. At least by now he's had time to come to terms with the change. He can look at himself in the mirror and not feel complete revulsion. So it's less difficult now than it might have been some months ago to remove his hat, then reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it off over his head.
His left arm is still wrapped in bandages from the spirit at the radio tower, and relatively recent but scabbed-over bite marks mar his neck and shoulder. But those injuries are insignificant when juxtaposed with the fact that his rib cage is simply not where it should be but instead sits an inch or so too high, above and intersecting with flesh and muscle.
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And then Law stops thinking about the logic of it all, very abruptly.
Of course he looks horrified... but less because of, you know, how Cora looks. And more —
"When were you going to tell me you were hurt?!" He's up and standing in less than a second, voice harsh with anger.
"Room."
He picks up Kikoku, flips it in front of him in one practiced move.
"Scan."
Clearly he was expecting too much, hoping that he would be told about the injuries before this. He's just going to check if there's inflammation or anything else he should be aware of, right now, thanks.
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"It doesn't hurt," he says, trying again a few seconds later. "The - bones, I mean. Arm's not great but that'll get better. I've had this for months, I'm used to it. Pulls weird when I move, but I think everything works fine. I had a doctor take a look when it happened. What are you doing?"
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Instead of actually answering, Law seems to be contemplating something.
"If I had the Polar Tang, I could probably put those back. But without the equipment... there's too much risk for the internal organs to be damaged. The best I can do is cut some of the tissue that's around the bones, it might help with the movement."
And then, with a nod to his arm, "Have those been changed?" He means the bandages.
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"Back when Doctor Solis was here, she wrote to me and said she was working on better ways to repair lanterns that might be able to help things like this," he says, gesturing vaguely to his chest. "There might be a way still, but she has a lot of research to go through and it's pretty far over my head."
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"Shambles."
And suddenly, instead of a crayon, he's holding bandages. (Hopefully someone will remember that the blue crayon is in the bathroom, the next time Mary needs it...)
"Is there anyone here who knows about technology?" Unfortunately, he only knows about fixing people, not things. As they talk, he's already started to unwrap the bandages. He frowns when he gets a good look at the arm, but sighs, "At least it didn't seem to be infected. Which is a minor miracle."
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But he reigns in his enthusiasm for basic tricks and extends his arm so Law can get to it. No, not infected, but he knows even though he insists it will get better on its own, there's going to be some loss of strength for a good while in that arm. The spirit really ripped him up and it's lucky he was able to stay up on that ladder at all. He'll sacrifice muscle tissue in exchange for not dying again.
"Doctor Ingram," he replies readily to the question. "Who I've probably mentioned." Multiple times. Turns out when you have one actual friend your own age who you're close to in a place like this, you think about them a lot, or something. "But it's not really his field either. I think that mostly just means it'll take him longer to work it out, though. He does a lot with computers but I guess mostly he's more interested in biology and chemistry. It's just that all this stuff is really outdated compared to what he's used to."
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"Mm," he hums in agreement, sounding somewhat amused. Well, at least Cora's got one friend here, that's good.
"It's better than nothing." At least someone is doing something. "There." The bandage is done. He lets room go, turning aside to get rid of the old bandages and to set Kikoku to rest against the wall, again.
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"I'm sure you'll meet him eventually. He keeps to himself a lot, but I think he's intending to come to the station once the submarines come up since he can help figure out the tech down there."
Oh, but Law might not have gotten to hear about that yet, huh? The last week has been something of a blur. He reaches for his cigarettes and selects one, then looks over at Law. "I should probably fill you in on all that, unless someone beat me to it."
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He only looks up at the mention of submarines.
"The station?" His confusion is obviously an answer to whether anyone filled him in on this or not.
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He has a draw from it, then continues. "Where the main portal is, the thing that started all this. When Solis was experimenting with it over a hundred years ago, the first world eaters found her and came through. The Helix Station is the research station that was built around it, though I don't know if that was before or after.
"Up until recently there were people living there who called themselves the Night Market. They'd come up and trade sometimes, and knew how to operate the portal to get specific things for us, like the newspapers I've got from home. But we lost contact with them a while ago. So, end of last month, I and a couple of others were out exploring to the southeast when we found the old radio tower. The spirit that hung out there is what got my arm and neck. Anyway, we were able to receive an emergency message from the Night Market that was repeating at the tower and it had instructions on how to automatically call up their submarines to the harbor so we can go down and see if we can help them. Sounds like their leader died, probably others. They think a world eater found them."
And it's absolute madness to go toward one of those, and he knows it. But this is their first real chance to learn about the creatures, and besides, he simply can't sit back and not try to help. It's just not who he is.
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It's strange, knowing he's missed all this. Knowing that Cora has been here, alive, going through all of that... on his own.
(Strange is only another way to say wrong.)
"When are we going?"
Really, it's all he needs to ask — he can already guess Cora is going, and it's not like Law is going to let him go on his own.
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"As soon as the submarines surface, which - I'd have to go to the lab, see if they've worked out how to input the commands the message told us to look for. But any day now. Who knows how long they've been waiting for us."
What a nightmare for them, trapped under the water with one of those things. He focuses his eyes on Law's then, stern and serious, and adds, "It's going to be dangerous."
Which is a bit of an understatement. This is the sort of thing that they may not be able to come back from, he imagines - but they're safer together, no matter what. Law has grown a lot, has surely become incredibly capable, but Rosinante is the one who has the experience with this place and he's as determined as ever to protect Law at any cost.
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At the warning, Law's only response is to lift his eyebrow: he's clearly well-used to danger by now. Most of what he's done in the past two years has been nothing but deliberately putting himself in danger. What's some more of that?
But there's an undercurrent to Cora's words, something he can recognize, and so he blurts out, voice tight,
"Do anything unnecessary," by which he means, try and protect me instead of looking after yourself, "and I won't hesitate to switch you with something or someone else."
By which he means, you put yourself in danger because of me and I'll switch our places around, just fucking try me.
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"I don't want you to go through all that again. Being alone, I mean. And I know you can handle tougher things now than I ever have." It was Law, after all, who succeeded in bringing down Doflamingo. Even if it was hard, even if it was help - and that's the real key anyway, isn't it? Some things probably shouldn't be done alone.
So they won't. They have each other. He reaches for a saucer near the head of his bed he uses as an ashtray and taps the cigarette over it. "I'll have your back and you'll have mine. Either we both make it through this, or neither of us do."
Easy enough to say, anyway. It might sound convincing to anyone else, but they both know how Rosinante is. It's true, he doesn't want Law to be alone, but equally he must protect Law because he will accept nothing less from himself.
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Moving Roronoa-ya and the pile of lumber had been just as easy as the crayon... but of course, Cora wouldn't know. Law sighs. He looks away, soon, because it's easier than even thinking about being alone.
And despite the easy words that follow, the promise that it'd be either neither of them or both... hah. Like Law's ever going to trust that promise again.
(It's only a second, the twist to his expression, a flash in his eyes, but it's there. He's not quick enough to hide it.)
"... I'm holding you to that," he answers after a pause, quiet. In his mind, he promises himself that no, it's not going to be like that. Either it's neither of them... or just him. Cora will never, ever, ever, die for him again.
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Except, apparently, Kaido, and what he wouldn't give right now to somehow step across time and space to catch that asshole off-guard and fire a few rounds point-blank into the back of his head, but that's a revenge fantasy he's certain he'll never get to act on so he keeps it entirely to himself.
In need of his own distraction, he reaches for his shirt to pull that back on, since Law seems uninterested in inspecting him any further. "You know, if you need medical equipment, there might be some at Dr. Lutece's lab. It's not far from here. She was doing all kinds of things - blood tests, I don't remember what else. But she's gone missing, and by now, she's probably not coming back." And maybe there's something there Law can use to fix him. Just because he's used to this doesn't mean he likes it.
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"Good. I'll go and have a look, later." As long as he has at least something... it should be fine. He can cut around the ribs, reattach the skeleton, and put them back where they belong without spilling blood, but rearranging is different from simply cutting out things. He wants to be sure nothing can go wrong.
Then, firmly, he looks at Cora.
"I can fix that. I will fix that." Just... give him a little time. If nothing else, he'll need something with which to sew the holes that will be left behind in the puncture marks.
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Law's got his own set of new marks on his own skin though, doesn't he? He'd seen the tattoos on his hands before but the t-shirt shows off a little more. He feels like he's become an endless litany of questions, but there's so much to ask about. He'll probably spend the rest of their time here trying to catch up with everything he missed. With the end of his cigarette, he gestures to Law's arms.
"That looks cool, though. What's that mean?" Some kind of spiky ring? He tilts his head, trying to get a look at how it's bent around his forearm.
apparently this is "law is allergic to honesty: the thread" now
He hasn't even thought of the tattoos showing, too used to them at this point... but when Cora questions their meaning, he abruptly thinks that maybe he's just going to keep a shirt on, forever, because compared to the tattoos on his hands and arms, his chest, back and shoulders are... well.
Cora probably wouldn't be asking the question at all, if he saw them instead.
"Nothing in particular. As long as it looks alright, does the meaning really matter?" Yes, actually. A lot. He's not the type to do things like this without it carrying a lot of meaning... it's too bad he's just unwilling to spell it all out.
it's just payback for how many lies?? lmao
Especially since if it means something important to Law, of course he wants to know! How could he not?
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Maybe he's being unfair. Cora's been dead for all that time. And when he did... hell, all of it, he never once expected he'd have to explain the memorial he's constructed around him, the black ink in his skin a permanent reminder of exactly what (who) he'd lost, and what he owed.
"... it's the same shape as my crew's jolly roger," he admits, because it is, he's not lying! He only hopes Cora hasn't looked at the actual insignia too much... would it have been on any of the newspapers? Perhaps not. It certainly was on his clothes from Wano, but maybe he hadn't paid attention.
Still — he's looking away very determinedly, and to someone else it'd probably just seem like he's uncomfortable... but to Cora, who knows him, he likely seems just as embarrassed as he actually is.
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Which he'd noticed especially for how oddly similar it was to Doflamingo's jolly roger but without the line through it. Clever, really - a nod to Law's first crew but simultaneously the opposite of it.
Now, he's not totally oblivious. He did wish for Law to remember him as smiling, and that was much more recent for him than it would have been for Law. So a smiling mark that's a clever fuck you to his brother? Seems all good to him, even if it's more of an honor than he personally deserves for what he did. Still, why is Law so self-conscious about it? Is it just how all of this is still both new and awkward and difficult for both of them, being together after so long? He just wants Law to be reassured, to be content, not to shy away, so having asked, he smiles himself - not the bold grin of the jolly roger, but softer. Encouraging.
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