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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 Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits.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!
ooc.
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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Reiju | One Piece | OTA will match whatever format
Reiju is no stranger to hard work -- of a sort. The life of Germa Kingdom's princess was not one of pampered idleness, and the luxuries of the palace were balanced by the constant, harsh demand to outperform herself and reach ever higher in speed, strength, and conquest.
The work of the battlefield, or of training for battle, is quite a different thing from the work of making a run-down village operate properly. Instead of training and fighting, she is lifting and carrying -- helping to gather up the scattered supplies that have been sprinkled haphazardly across the landscape. She'd rather do that than organize them, generally speaking -- her strength stands her in good stead, and she can be found here carefully assembling a large crate's worth of fallen goods, layering it for the most sensible weight distribution before swinging the whole thing up onto her shoulder as though it weighed nothing at all, despite the full load of food, beverages, hygiene products, and more that fill it nearly to the brim.
"I think this is all destined for the general store, if you've got anything to add," she'll offer if you look like you've got anything heading in that direction. "There's a little more room."
02. (not) coping
This new sort of work, and the attendant process of learning to navigate and operate in only the thin light of the lantern, is a good distraction from thoughts she'd rather not be having. But they keep coming regardless, and there's only so much distraction hunting and gathering can offer.
Sometimes, her mind -- or rather, the emotions she spent most of her life pretending she did not possess -- will betray her. She stares at a haphazard pile of blankets and clothing that she should be bundling up to carry into town, and her thoughts will turn to mud, her chest tightening with an illusory pressure that vanishes as soon as she thinks about it, but returns the moment she tries to focus on what she's supposed to be doing.
To the outside, it doesn't look like much -- just a pink-haird young woman staring intently at a pile of clothing. But her eyes are too wide, a little glassy, and she could really, really stand to have someone -- something -- anything to focus on besides the way her self-control is slipping.
03. her first day in Beacon
( I'm completely open to pulling over any prompts from the TDM if anyone wants to snag them! )
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"...no, I have nothing at the moment," he assures, spreading his hands to prove it. Just his lantern hooked on his sheathed swords as usual, nothing to see here. "You look to have been busy, my lady. Out of curiosity, have you found any bottles of wine in your searches?"
He asked for ten. He has no clue there's a crateload out there waiting for him somewhere.
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Well. She doesn't think he's the type to get that desperate.
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His eyes go to the crate on her shoulder. "At least we have supplies. I wasn't sure how much longer we could last without them."
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"I'll keep in mind you have first claim on any wine," she says instead, light and even teasing -- choosing to let the topic of Lady Pudding lie for the time being. Compartmentalization is a wonderful skill, after all.
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Pardon me. [With little warning, he sets his planner on a crate and pulls out a blanket to shake it vigorously before folding it. It takes skill to have the edges meet exactly. Skill and perfectionism.]
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She nods to him, forcing her expression back to calm -- hoping she did not let him see too much of her weakness. ]
Ah, another pair of hands. Good.
[ For the blankets, she means. Definitely only that. She lifts one as well, copying his motions to shake it out and fold it -- albeit perhaps a little less perfectly. She's not often folded her own things, after all. ]
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They should be more careful in delivering supplies. First the metal in the forest, and now this. [He throws his hands towards the messy pile as if to reprimand the suppliers far away with the immense scale of his disapproval.] Now we have to waste time organizing them before we can take stock!
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You sound as though you do a fair bit of the organization? [ It's a gentle prompt to talk, as she works on figuring out the lay of the social landscape here -- who does what, who is in charge of what. ]
first date - I mean what
[ Pudding is absolutely, one hundred percent all-in on this meal. She cooks in Beacon every day, sure, has since not long after the flood subsided: always breakfast, sometimes helping Soldat with lunch, makes at least her own dinner. ]
[ But when was the last time she cooked for someone? ]
[ ... That particular cake very entirely notwithstanding. ]
[ And if this is her apology, an olive branch, by god she is going to fucking do this right. ]
[ She leaves a little sign on the bar for anyone following their nose - I've made a private dinner for myself and a friend, but any leftovers are free game! Ask after 9:00 tonight! xoxo Pudding - but she's not serving at the bar. There are a couple little private dining spaces, partitioned more than walled off, and it's in one of these that, just ten or so minutes before the appointed time, she's setting out lidded platters - plural, very plural - made especially for Reiju's palate as much as Pudding knows it. Apples and fish? Done. A fruity cold salmon salad with apples and pears, an apple cider stew with cider Pudding made herself the night before (yes, immediately after their conversation), tuna steaks with a citrus and apple roasted topping on the side, and a baked apple streusel in a warming dish. Even the greens have roasted-dry apple skin shavings mixed in. She's going to take advantage of that fixed portal, thanks. ]
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[ On the battlefield, one arrives early when expected late, on time only for allies, and never when expected early. ]
[ Is this a battlefield? She would like to think it is not. She accepted the invitation, bold in the presumption that Pudding could not poison her and would not attempt to harm her another way. But as the time has drawn closer, she has felt some uncertainty. She does not know -- does not remember -- how Pudding got the drop on her before, when they were both still alive and the wedding was going forward. Only knows that it happened at all thanks to Sanji, and he did not witness the beginning of the confrontation. ]
[ This could be a dreadful mistake. ]
[ But despite her disquiet, she does not think it will be. And what does she have left to lose? Her life? That is lost already. She is dead. If she dies again, what of it? And what would Pudding gain? ]
[ No. This is an olive branch. Not a battlefield but a parley, perhaps a peace conference. ]
[ Reiju does not arrive early. She does not arrive fashionably late. Two minutes past the appointed hour is plenty -- if Pudding has enough knowledge of the intricacies of royal politics to read it, the choice speaks volumes. ]
[ If not, then it is merely a time, approximately correct. Close enough. ]
[ The smell is enticing as she enters, a bright warm sweetness of scent that sets her mouth watering. It calls forth a smile for her hostess, small but genuine. ]
Pudding, it smells wonderful. [ Apples, her favorite -- apples everywhere. ]
[ She has not missed the sign at the bar, on her way back to the private dining room. "For myself and a friend." ]
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Thank you! I hope you like everything. [ She gestures Reiju in, letting her guest sit first before taking her own seat and setting out the first course. ] I might've gone a little crazy... it's been slim here for a while. It's so nice to be able to do this. [ Her smile widens, eyes tucking shut with the strength of it. ] I'm glad to be able to do it for [ this? tonight? no. no, say what you mean even if it sounds stupid and overblown. ] you.
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[ But. A parley. A peace conference. Wanting something different. ]
[ To do it for you. Her eyes widen slightly -- noticeably -- at hearing that. It's so far from anything she expected out of Pudding, and she's off-balance and out of her depth here already. Pudding's comment about starting new, about having friends here -- but the battle they only just finished, the plot that this slim teenager was the linchpin for -- there's so much to think about. So much to weigh. ]
[ And yet. And yet. ]
[ She remains calm. ]
A feast after a famine, hm? It certainly seems fitting to celebrate. And I couldn't ask for a warmer welcome.
[ Unlike last time. ]
inserts all the royal politeness levels of who eats what first at what pace as background radiation
At home, there's always enough for everyone. I want to make at least that the same, if I can. Nobody should be hungry.
[ Totto Land, for all of its veneers and facades and poisonous underpinnings, is a land of absolute plenty. Beacon is not. And that's unacceptable. The residents here are not alive, per se, sure, but it feels like they are. Hunger feels like hunger. So Pudding's meeting that the same way. ]
[ She pauses, biting her lip. She caught that look in Reiju's eyes. She knows, she knows she has so much to answer for. If it had been one of Sanji's brothers who'd shown up... ha. No. But the way he'd looked at Reiju, every snatch of time Pudding was in the same space with the siblings over those short few days... The way Sanji looked at, spoke to, his sister was entirely different. (The same held when she wasn't around; so she'd heard from Mama, reports, the Homies.) And Pudding... hell, Pudding had kind of liked her too from the little she knew. Academically. At home, she'd only ever liked anyone academically. ]
I don't know... how much you know. Everything was so wild. [ Her next laugh is short, one note of disbelief that would be tinged bitter if things had gone differently that night. If Sanji-san wasn't Sanji-san. ] The Straw Hats are everything you read about in the papers and don't believe and then some. [ She... sets her fork down. ] I know you said you're not bearing grudges. And I genuinely appreciate that. But. I'm a Power User.... I might... have more to apologize for than you know about.
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[ And... well, it could be genuine. She has no specific reason to think that this conversation, in particular, is full of lies. Aside from the general distrust, of course. But Pudding makes a good argument for letting bygones be bygones, now that they're both dead and cut off from their respective powerful support networks.]
The Straw Hats really are something else. [ She says it with her sweetest smile. ] Not many would have done what they did for us.
[ And then Pudding mentions more than you know about, and she can't resist the urge to play just a little dirty. ]
Oh, you mean the part where you shot me, gloated about how the only brother I've ever loved is a simpering fool and how you were going to kill him in cold blood when he only ever wanted to do his best by you, and then violated my mind to try and make me forget? [ She says it all perfectly sweetly, and leans just a little on the try. Let Pudding sweat for a moment and wonder if her power had weakened against the Vinsmoke augmentation. ]