logsinthenight | 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 Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits.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!

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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Fitz finds Rosinante at the Bonfire, his shiny new guitar slung across his back and a spare carton of fine-quality cigarettes in his hands. He offers the latter up with a smile and nod.

"Hey. Got you a little something."

"Mm?" he mumbles as he looks over, then lifts his eyes in surprise from the carton to Fitz' face. "What - you sure?"

He did get some of his own, obviously, but if the label on the ones in Fitz's hands is to be believed, those things look damn fancy. "You're a little early for my birthday," he teases as he takes the carton for a closer look.

"Am I? All the better, then."

Fitz takes a drag off one of the fancy smokes - pinkie out! - and exhales into the perpetual night. His gaze is averted.

"Seriously. You helped out a man in need, this is the least I can do to say thanks."

"Well, hey. Thanks for these. You really didn't have to, I'm always glad to share."

But a gift's a gift, and he's looking forward to this one. He'll have to try one out as soon as he's finished with the one he's got. The spiced and flavored ones he got in his weird little sampler pack are kind of fun, but what Fitz has there smells damn good to him.

"Nice to get cigarettes and food again. And everything else. The spirits are going crazy, handing out gifts to people. I guess they're happy we made it this far."

Despite the occasional murder attempts, like whatever that was last month, but by now he's learned to be a little more forgiving when it comes to nonsense like that. There weren't green-eyes involved - it seemed like the spirits genuinely wanted them to have fun and just have strange ways of expressing it.

"Maybe we can save them for a rainy d- er. Next time we're in dire need. An emergency stash."

Look cigarettes are just about as important as food and supplies, from Fitz's perspective. Just about, not literally.

"But yeah, it's...good. I'm glad we made at least some progress with getting things here. Just need to work on our aim a bit.'

"Yeah? Most of it seems all right, aside from the scarecrows." Because what the hell are those about, honestly. He gives them a wide berth every time he comes across one. Something about the eyes.

"Why, you get something weird?"

There's a little pause, then Fitz shrugs and fishes around in his jacket pocket before producing the guitar slide of potential doom.

"This...has me a little concerned. I'm a fan of reading the fine print but can't make sense of this."

Rosinante leans in to get a closer look, as if somehow that will help, then pulls back, frowning. "What language is that?"

Not one he's ever seen, that's for sure. And while some languages here translate fine, some just don't - like Cao Pi's Chinese, with all its unusual geometric strokes, more like pictures than words. But this is something else entirely. "Maybe you ought to ask around," he suggests. "Or put a picture on the network. See if anyone recognizes it."

Yeah, Fitz know Chinese and a few other more pictoral texts but this...is different. Maybe concerning.

"Good idea," he says, and pockets the slide again. "In the meantime I'm not sure I should use it. Shame, since it'd probably help make a good noise."

"Just because you don't recognize the writing?"

Yeah, it's strange, he'll definitely give it that. But he's never been a big fan of giving in to the fear of the unknown. For all either of them know, it might mean something nice. "Play on," in some alien script.

"I guess you'd have a better idea than me, though, considering all the travel you've done. Can words make something like that do something dangerous?"

"It could yeah," Fitz says with what he hopes is a wise nod. "There's places where saying 'I wish...' can have wide-spread consequences. Magic's out there, and I don't want to run the risk of opening a gateway to an eldritch dimension just cuz I want to try riffing on 'Whole Lotta Love'."

Well that sure went largely over his head. He studies Fitz for a moment, trying to determine how much of that was serious and how much was supposed to be a very dry joke, but he's missing too much of the context to really know.

"An... eldritch dimension?" he ventures, having never heard that particular word. Hell, it's only recently he learned that a dimension could mean more than just the size of a thing in a certain direction.

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