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 Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits.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

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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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[ That smile is oh-so-sweet, and Reiju is torn between dearly wanting to believe it -- wanting to believe that someone can smile at her like that, like no one has done for so very long -- and being thoroughly on her guard. This is Pudding, after all, and she hasn't forgotten the bullet wound in her leg, right through her supposedly impervious skin. ]

[ 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. ]

I'm glad. Waking up here is... well. If this is where we have to be, then I want to do what I can to make it less of a burden on everyone. [ That, she means. She's not the picture of pure altruism that Sanji is - she couldn't be, she's sure, if she tried. But. ]

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.

[ Reiju deeply wants to believe that Pudding is being genuine. She's saying all the right things -- so strongly reminiscent of Sanji, there. Nobody should be hungry. What an ethic. She sounds so admirable. ]

[ 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. ]

INTRO LOG: JULY

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