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INTRO LOG: AUGUST

characters: everyone.
location: all over beacon!
date/time: the first part of august.
content: a few new faces, the teleporter is up to old tricks, and overall just loving not being trapped in an underwater science station right about now.
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. Hazily, 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?

The second thing you're aware of is that you're being handed a slice of cherry pie by a six-limbed masked creature with a hairnet. Looking around, you find yourself inside a school cafeteria. The school looks to be in decent condition, despite being dark and clearly abandoned - except by whatever this creature is. Stick around long enough and they will also serve some chicken nuggets and a box of milk. Wander a bit, and you may find a memorial wall for dozens of unfamiliar names and faces. Where is this?

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 Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits.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

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. It's still a little messed up (maybe someone might want to record a new message?), it has plenty of important information to share. Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records that were thankfully saved from the bad storm a few months ago. If that's not enough, there's many long-time residents of Beacon that will be happy to share how things go around here. If not in person, network works too.

hide and seek.

The teleporter repair team has been hard at work, and their hard work has paid off. Items have arrived in Beacon aplenty! Only, the aiming protocol is still a little off and it's still all over. Whoops. While anyone with a specific request will find a spirit guide to help them find their wares, everything and anything else is fair game for a little fun.

The spirits are in a playful mood, and have taken the liberty of locating all these lost sundries and supplies. And of course, after that, they chose to hide them around town. Spirits vary from great at hiding things (lining a hollowed out trunk with swim trunks) to downright terrible (is it really "hiding" that sheet of plywood when you put it behind a streetlight that is smaller than it is?), though they seem to enjoy the experience either way.

Need something in particular and don't know where to start? Don't worry, spirits will be happy to give hints. If you can understand their esoteric forms of communication, that is. Others give away the game in the fact they hide with the items themselves, and find the prank so hilarious that little snuffles and giggles are an easy clue to the stowed stash. If characters play along long enough, the spirits will give up the game and will show the poor things with no seeking skills what they've hidden. Still, why not have a little fun with it? The spirits sure are!

ooc.

Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to The Next Night! We're so glad to have you with us, both new and old. For a run-down on what's upcoming in August, please see the August gameplan, or check the calendar for a quick overview!

As a reminder, things like newcomer arrivals, item deliveries, and lantern repair all depend on the help of the characters in the game! If your character would be interested in assisting with the equipment at Dr. Solis' Lab in any way, please let us know!

DELIVERIES

The newly ported in items have arrived, but as in July, they're still kind of everywhere. Learning to use this portal technology is hard, and more hands helping out are always appreciated! As mentioned above, the spirits will readily help find people's personal requests, but the general resupplies? Guess you'd better be willing to play the spirits' latest little game. The following can be found, one way or another:

The monthly store restock, which provides enough food, general sundry items, and basic supplies to comfortably last the group a month. You can check what kind of items to expect in a monthly restock here.

For Elektra Natchios: several slightly oversized t-shirts and sweatpants made of comfortable materials, a bottle of black nail polish (chip resistant), a bottle of whiskey with a slight odor of sewer when the bottle is opened (though it tastes fine), and a teddy bear.

For Rosinante Donquixote: 4 boxes each (25 rounds per box) of shotgun and flintlock pistol ammo, except in every box two of the rounds have been replaced with nerf darts that some poor kids probably lost long ago.

For Fitz Kreiner: A limited set of lockpicking tools and a set of locks to practice on, and some paper umbrellas which may require some disassembly before they can be used.

For Matt Murdock: an assortment of 14 lovely rings (not all pictured here) as well as 6 rings to share with his friends!

If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!

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I feel from the sound of things that traveling in groups is the most prudent option.

[It's not a guarantee, but it's still a chance.]

Not to say that I'm an ineffective soldier out of Power Armor, but if you want to talk about a weapon that may turn the tide of this war, a fully equipped Brotherhood of Steel Paladin is a good start.

Is this particularly mischievous for them? I enjoy it. It reminds me of having small children around.

[But she likes children, so.]

I do not share trouble over such as them, anyway.

Merwen wants it to be possible, as well, because if it isn't, then a lot of what she believes about the world might be untrue.

"I suppose my main question, then, is who Diode is, if I am to share with him." The word itself means nothing to her; it's only a sound. "Does he have much to do with the spirits, if he is an expert?"

What's your power armor like? I've seen metal suits of armor before.

[Yes, the image in his head is something rather medieval. Still, that sounds damn useful to him and they really should focus on getting some sort of body armor for patrols. A lot of them aren't used to walking around long distances in anything heavy like full plate, but maybe at least some padding would come in handy.]

"He's a former lighthouse keeper. The spirits found his lantern and someone managed to figure out how to repair it and bring him back. He's... I don't know him well yet. He looks like a kid, but I think he was here a long time. If you can't track him down in person, just message him on the tablet."

Since not even Rosinante is sure where he's taken up residence. He's only just met the guy himself a week or so ago, and yeah, okay, Diode comes off as a bit grating, but someone who was a keeper probably knows a hell of a lot about this place if he can be convinced to share the information.

"It is true that I have already shared acquaintance with a number of kind souls, here," and she gives them a warm smile. "If my soul has been interrupted in its cycle to its next life, there are worse places for it to end up. I would not complain about having a reef to swim over, if I were making suggestions."

[He quickly mentally reminds himself to put this in less technical terms than usual.]

Power Armor is as it sounds, full-body combat armor that fully encases the user within a mechanical frame. Rather than strapping pieces of armor to the body, think of it as a mechanical "shell" that has armor plates affixed to the outside. The frame is powered with a fusion core, and utilizes hydraulics to help the user move and more easily carry the weight of the suit.

[Hey, that could have been much worse.]

I've been training and fighting in it for over a decade. It's the Brotherhood of Steel's iconic weapon of choice.

"It'll always be a pleasure to be in the company of another." More than ever, given their circumstances. Lorem tries to bring some cheer back into their conversation, offering a smile in support and adding, "Perhaps the others can help us find a more suitable area for you to live in the future?"

It seems a lot of work needs to be done but it wouldn't hurt to ask. They're in a strange place. A lot of things could be possible.

"I'd love to help you with this if you're open to it. Is there any particular place that you'd like to stay in? Somewhere more private or warmer or...?"

It's actually what I can do for you and the others.

[ she's quick to begin her pitch: ] I would like to help you with the future meetings by keeping the minutes of them and whatever else you may be in need of.

I have a background in business and information management along with diplomacy training. This is something I'm used to and would love to do my share of the work here in Beacon.

[ to further establish her credibility, she raises her multitool bracelet and summons her private entry app. ] I've already written up notes of today's meeting, what has been reported by who, and what are the questions that were brought up but could not be answered during the meeting.

If you want, you can review them for yourself to see if they're up to snuff.

I was hoping to start a small project that focuses on rebuilding the village so it the cabins are in better condition. [ a small project, she claims.

but it's clear she has a clear enthusiasm for said project, with how her eyes light up and she begins to gesture more animatedly. ]

I'll need to do a survey with the longstanding members of the group to get a proper consensus but I was thinking we focus on what we have, instead of chasing what we don't have. The cabins that are uninhabitable or beyond repair? We simply use for the building material so nothing goes to waste and we have more to work for the cabins we can fix-up.

Outstanding.

[He nods with sincere approval.]

Most of the structures I've seen are in moderately good condition. [Y'know... by his standards.] We should have plenty to work with in either case. It would be prudent to consult with the long-term residents about the need for fortifications or what manner of structures would be most useful to the community at large.

[Either he means a "general" we, or Lorem's just found herself a volunteer.]

...ah.

[it's a pleasantly surprised little noise, as that's a lot to take in all at once, especially the notes already primed for him. Give him a moment.]

Actually, that would be splendid. We had someone keeping track of our explorations and findings, but he is gone now, as is the town hall wherein we used to hold such meetings. Our old records are preserved but this...is quite an improvement, I must say.

However, I would need a copy sent to my tablet before I could review it. The tablet has a translator built in which will change it to the script I am more familiar with.

[What is a hydraulic

But okay, fusion core, that's come up a few times. Like the submarine, or the little robot at the bonfire. So one of those as a cool battle suit for a person? Yeah, as it dawns on him he looks impressed - in fact, eager might be a better descriptor, with how his eyes and smile both widen.]

And your whole army gets those? Is that what the Brotherhood of Steel is? Or is that a special unit?

[Seriously, how do so many of these worlds get to actually be the cool shit that's in comic books and novels in his? So unfair but so cool!]

[The enthusiasm is infectious, and clearly mutual. Danse sounds a little stiff and uncertain in normal conversation, but he can talk about this subject all day.]

The Brotherhood of Steel is an army, yes, a military order dedicated to the salvation of humanity by the preservation and control of technology. Power armor isn't exclusive to us, but we have the reach and resources to easily acquire as much of it as we need. All soldiers ranked Knight and above are trained to utilize it in battle and granted their own suit.

Given the proper time and materials, I may be able to improvise a power armor frame from scratch, though it would take a large quantity of advanced machinery and parts that are likely rare or non-existent here. If we could somehow bring suits over from my world, though, I would be more than happy not only to don it in the community's defense, but to train others, as well.

"Ma'am."

She catches Danse in the middle of disassembling an old circuit box on the side of an abandoned building, collecting the parts in a canvas bag. He had prepared for the task by ensuring the building was abandoned and the power was off.

Nothing could prepare him to be greeted by a fully nude purple woman. The fins, he'll process in a moment. He's busy with other things first.

"I apologize-- ma'am. You seem to be nude. Are you in need of clothing?"

[He wants one. Rosinante is already a tank of a man, with his high tolerance for pain and broad-shouldered, very tall build. Just ask the kid, now a grown man, who's waiting for him back at The Invincible - he carried Law miles through mountain snow while bleeding from multiple gunshot wounds. He can take a lot of punishment and you goddamn bet he would love to surround himself in a cool plutonium-powered robot suit because that's just badass.

Right, though, he did tell Law he wouldn't be gone too long.]

Depending on the parts you need, and how easy it is to improvise, it might be better to do that until we figure out how to target exact worlds. There are others here who are good at technical things too, so you might ask around for help once you have the supplies.

[He finally settles on one of the swords - lightweight and a bit short for his personal liking, not so much a cleaver as something that will take speed and precision. Ought to suffice for its purpose, so he picks up a sheath to slide it into and then stands to attach it to his belt.]

I'll message you later and bring you to the lab, all right?

She nods, a decisive sort of gesture. She has her work cut out for her, it seems. "I suppose the tablet has its uses, even if it not the technique I would choose for myself. I have much learnsharing to do, and much reading and sharing of speech."

Oddly, giving herself a goal helps a lot right now. She's felt... aimless, in recent months.

Merwen gives her a wistful smile. "I live, lived with my family in a silkhouse on the raft Raia-el. It is made of the living walls of the raft tree and seasilk spun by ourselves. I miss the feel of the sea beneath my feet already."

And her lovesharer, and their three daughters, and her eldest daughter's lovesharer.

"I would never claim the place I slept is uncomfortable or uninviting, but it did not feel like home."

She looks down at herself almost reflexively, then back up at him, slightly bemused. Merwen knows perfectly well that other cultures have a taboo against nudity. She doesn't understand it, but she does know. "I am not in need of anything. I am comfortable as I am."

And honestly, if she's got this far, she's probably just fine doing so.

Oh.

"Very well. So long as you're aware." He glances away, trying not to make it obvious that he was staring. In his defense, there are several reasons to stare. "I would fear that vulnerability or exposure may be factors to consider, but that is your decision to make."

For a moment he resists. But no, he absolutely has to ask. "May I inquire about your appearance, ma'am? I've never seen anyone like you before."

[Rosinante did not mention being nine feet tall. Danse cranes his head back, the briefest look of alarm on his face when he realizes how absurdly large the gentleman is.

He snaps out of it quickly though, nodding.]

Right. Yes. I'll be- collecting scrap as I find it, for general use. But thank you for volunteering all this information to me. I look forward to hearing from you, Commander.

Can we? [ she types that down, highlighting it with :: important :: etc tag beside for further review. ] I'll keep that in mind in the next few days. Thank you for letting me know that.

[ for the time being, lorem would like to have space for herself. though being near others in case something goes wrong... that is an appeal to that. something to ponder over. ] Do you think it'll be worth trying to repair the cabins? Or should the focus be, instead, on convincing others to move to the other areas?

I noticed signs of activity here that don't seem to be from the spirits.

[ generally?

lorem looks back at the spirit- they're crouched, weaving back and forth like, any second now, it'll topple over. the spirit seemed harmless enough. a 'zany' one, as eps or leeds would remark if they were with her.

but all the same: ] The handful of spirits that isn't as helpful or friendly...

Is there a way for me to- [ what's the word? the tactful one? ] -not cross them, should I ever cross paths with them?

"I think I do too," he says with a soft chuckle. "I've never heard anyone talk like you do before. It's really nice, though, even if it takes me a second sometimes to work out what you're saying. I keep thinking it sounds like poetry."

But awfully alien poetry. It's a big part of what keeps reminding him that she's not a fishman because otherwise she really does look so much like one. Except for the whole no clothes thing, but hey, different culture. He's not sure he'll ever fully get used to that.

"Perhaps if the weather changes, I might rethink that, but for now, I am very comfortable."

Let him stare. It wouldn't be the first time she's encountered this sort of reaction, and it's better to meet it openly. "You may share whatever questions you have with me. My name is Merwen, to begin with." She smiles at him.

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