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 Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits.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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That's pretty much exactly how Soldat delivered jokes for their first six months of ~~death~~ freedom, so it actually earns Law a little half-smile of acknowledgement.

Then there's a twitch. Because hospitals. And that hospital in particular. "We were kidnapped and tortured there. A couple months back. About half the town." Including Rosinante and Soldat, hence the "we". "I can show you where it is. But I can't go in."

His expression is quick to twist into something more serious — worried and angry at once — and after a pause, he shakes his head.

"No. I'd rather you tell me who here didn't get caught, and I'll ask them to do it."

He may not be a particularly nice person... but he understands trauma better than most, as well as PTSD. He wouldn't force anyone potentially suffering from either to go back to the place where they got it.

"I walk past it every day on my patrol," Soldat points out, without expression or tone. It's not easy, really, but they do it. They've done more difficult things in their time, willingly even. "But. Inspector Javert and Misty weren't taken. Sora wasn't taken. Matt wasn't taken. The old dragon wasn't taken. They all came after us and could show you how to get there, too."

"Guess exposure therapy works for some," he mutters. He's personally never been a fan of it, but no one's forcing this guy to walk past it... so maybe it's good for him.

"Good. Then I'll get one of them to come with me." Or if not... then he'd go on his own. "If there's still usable medical equipment there, I'm going to need it, eventually."

It just happens to be along the most efficient route around that part of Beacon, really, and now that Soldat's added checking at the radio station to their patrols, there's literally no way around it. They make do.

"There might not be," Soldat warns. "Most of the rooms were. A mess. Disgusting. Blood everywhere. Cleared out, raided. The place has been there for decades, and multiple previous groups had access. But you're the. Doctor." They have to force the word out with obvious difficulty, but they say it. That's something. "You'd know better than me what's still useful."

"Even if there's nothing useful... I want to see that for myself."

Just in case. He is, after all, the doctor here — he can't trust that anyone else would know what is or isn't useful for him.

And you know, if this difficulty with anything to do with doctors happened just once, he might have overlooked it... but this is the second time. So he raises his eyebrow, and asks,

"Got something against doctors?" Not really any of his business, but he's curious. He's not ever really run into people who have an issue with medical professionals.

There's a beat of hesitation, eyes sliding further away from Law than they already were. But Soldat isn't in the habit of not answering questions, so they finally say, voice flat and emotionless now, "That wasn't the first time I've been experimented on and tortured. Called themselves doctors last time." The metal arm's plates ripple, and they add, slightly less flat, "I know it's not all doctors. I'm. Working on it."

... well.

That explains a lot of things, actually, and Law's expression darkens. If there's something he hates... it's people who think themselves doctors who go against the code all doctors should adhere to.

(Sure — he hurts people, too. But not people who don't deserve it, and he only kills when he has to. To be a doctor is to value life.)

"Whatever they said they were... doctors isn't it." He sounds disgusted.

And then, sighing, "If you ever get hurt and can't fix it on your own, come to me and I'll tell you what to do." Or he'll knock him out and then fix him, but only if nothing else can be done.

And some of those doctors believed they were working for the good of humanity, too. Maybe not all of them. But the true HYDRA believers certainly did.

Soldat shrugs just a little, gaze still out on the woods behind Law. "I have an enhanced healing factor. As long as I stop the bleeding or set the bone, I'll be fine." It doesn't work quite as well here as it used to, they're pretty sure, since they have had some fairly extensive nightmares about what exactly the Asset could survive. But it's still pretty good. "But. Thank you. Not sure if I can take you up on it. But thank you."

He nods; that's useful information to know. Means smaller injuries won't get to him, which makes him reliable after a fight.

"Don't thank me yet. It's just an offer, nothing more." Hardly anything deserving thanks, anyway... nothing to be grateful for.

Then, he nods towards the basket of bread.

"You take those back. I'll go and look for something more."

Soldat recognizes a dismissal (and an escape) when they're presented with one. So they nod and heft the basket again, stepping back once. "If you do find anything else, please bring it to the Invincible. Just about everyone lives there now, and we make group meals for breakfast and lunch, so having most of the food there instead of the store makes sense."

"Just about everyone... you can add me to that."

Since, you know, he lives with Rosinante and Mary, now. He figures it's fine if Soldat knows that — he'd see him there anyway.

"I'll see you around."

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