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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 Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits.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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[ the confused agreement, rather obviously sincere, gets a grin out of him — good, because half of everything he planned, in the time it took for her to get the coffee, depended on that exact answer. ]
That means we are allies. [ because he may be dead, but he's sure his crew is still an active part of the alliance... which means he is, too. he'd tried breaking it once, already, and look how that went. being an ally of the straw hat crew — there's worse things to be. ]
You said you want to keep your name from being known. If others from our world come, and they don't already know you... I'll keep your secret. If they know it, I'll keep them from bothering you. But in return, if there are those who come here who you know but I don't... you share what you know.
[ he reaches for the coffee and takes a sip; his eyes widen slightly, because damn, that's some good coffee. the kind he got used to having, on the sunny. ]
There's just one thing. There's one person here I won't keep secrets from... but he won't care who you are. Cora-san judges people by what they do, not what name they carry. And if I say we're allies... he'll be on your side, too.
[ well, there's the answer to her speculations, right there. ]
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[ What the fuck. ]
[ What the absolute fuck are the Straw Hats even??? ]
[ All that and then he visibly double-takes at her coffee, and she can't keep the grin off her face. ]
[ Okay. Okay! Maybe things will be a little more okay. ]
Thank you.
[ It's half breathless, but not the put-on kind she so easily adopts, all flutter and winning sweetness. It's real, because this - fucking bizarre twist of fate is real. ]
[ She puts more than a little of the weight of all this on how good Sanji-san is. Some of that's unduly, probably, but. Would Sanji follow Straw Hat so closely if the rubber nightmare weren't worthy of it? ]
Sure, I'll - yes. It's not likely, though. [ A little hesitant, but she decides it's... okay to tip a little of her hand. ] I haven't been off Totto Land my whole life... if there's anyone that's been through who shows up, I'll let you know, but you were a warlord. You took on Doflamingo and ravaged at least half his network. You have to know more of just about anyone than I do.
[ For that matter: ]
Who's Cora-san?
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a miracle is one of them.
a crew he owes everything to, is another.
"the rubber nightmare", unfortunately, is actually worthy of it.
at the mention of doflamingo, his expression tightens. ] That was mostly Straw Hat. [ he may have fought doflamingo, but he lost. he refuses to take credit for something that wasn't his doing. ]
Cora-san? Ah — [ right, most people wouldn't know him by that name, of-fucking-course. ] He'd go by Rosinante, here.
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[ But here and now, things are like this, and while she would still like to know, she doesn't think she'll be needing reasons to have information over Law's head and behind his back. Not if he's this immediate and direct about extending his alliance to her. ]
[ Thankfully, a change of subject falls right into her lap. She sputters. ]
The Marine?
[ She claps a hand up to her mouth. Oops. That was maybe too abrupt and loud and incisive, when she tries to look like none of those things here. ]
[ ...Well, oh well! They're allies now, right? Though she does, at least, lower her voice when she lowers her hand. ]
How? What - shit. [ Okay no, cutting herself off. ] Sorry. I shouldn't pry, but - you've gotta give me something to work with, here, if I'm gonna be asked to trust somebody with the seagull-and-wrench on his lantern.
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(perhaps then, she'll understand his easy acceptance of her family name, and the fact that you're not defined by your family members.)
she sputters, and he sighs; he should have expected this. especially with how his own feelings about marines in general are much like hers, only more aggressive. ]
I wouldn't have lived past the age of thirteen without him. And if he'd lived... we would have escaped together. [ he's not outright saying that rosinante would have essentially become a fugitive from the marines, but... well. she can read between the lines. ]
I trust him with my life, and the lives of everyone here. And I would exchange the lives of everyone here for his. Including my own.
[ just. casually putting that out there. he sips his coffee. ]
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[ Before Sanji-san, Pudding would not have understood the sentiment. Would have been quietly affronted, kept that behind her teeth, at the idea of sacrificing everything - including other people and herself - to keep one person alive. ]
[ Now she understands. ]
[ If Law was thirteen, and Rosinante was the age he looks now, then it's likely not the same kind of love. But it is, undoubtedly, love. ]
[ She wets her lips, takes a slow breath, and nods. ]
If you trust him that much, then I do, too.
[ There's an edge of lie to that, but far less than there could have been, months ago. She'll try. ]
[ And then, abruptly, the constantly winding clockworks in her head finish doing the math. ]
[ Rosinante is a marine. She would never have made the connection. Donquixote isn't a common surname, per se, but it's not completely unheard of (at least, when you've got the information gathering resources of a Yonko,) for marines to share similar or identical names with world nobles. Breaks in lineage dating who-knows-how-far back. ]
[ But Law was thirteen, and Rosinante is in his twenties, and Law took down Doflamingo with a vengeance - ]
[ She is going to keep that one behind her teeth. ]