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 Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits.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

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."

"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.

If that suits her, then it's none of his business. Societal norms feel quite silly in a place where everybody is dead.

"A pleasure, Miss Merwen. My name is Danse." His hands are full of tools and pieces, otherwise he might offer her a handshake. "I suppose the most prominent question would be whether or not you're... human."

Well, not the first time she's had that question, even before she came here.

"I am," Merwen says. "Despite our differences, in all likelihood we share ancestry, far enough back. I am from Shora, however, and our great-great-grandmothers and further back, who I must imagine were similar enough to you, life-shaped their daughters into new shapes that would suit life on Shora better."

She spreads her hand for him to see. The thin skin of the webbing is slightly translucent and she has no nails, but she also has five fingers jointed just the way a typical standard Earth-human hand ought to be, even if all the bones are just a bit longer than might be considered "normal."

"On the chromosomal level, we share much."

There's a lot to process there. Shora. Life-shaping. Webbing and scales and chromosomes, and it's all undercut by the voice in his head that protests. We don't share anything. I'm not human.

He has yet to admit that to anyone here, and swallows down the urge to do it now. Instead, he frantically looks for some other tack for the conversation to take.

"What is Shora? Another planet?" That would explain everything.

"It is. Shora is our world and the sea itself, the sister world to Valedon." It's... a pretty safe assumption that he wouldn't know Valedon, either, but you never know. "Both were settled during the old empire of humanity, long ago."

There's no particular reverence or awe in her voice when she mentions the old empire. They are a fact recorded in history, not myth or legend.

Okay. So she's an alien. He can wrap his head around that one, without needing to get too deep in the human ancestry thing.

"I can't say that I've ever met anyone not from the planet Earth before." At least, not explicitly not from Earth. He hasn't exactly been questioning the few people he's run into.

"So your kind is adapted to more easily live in the water, then? That would be useful, in a place where the water is accessible and clean."

"I can share understanding. I was a child when the first Valans arrived on Shora. It changed a great deal about our perspective."

She pauses a moment, thinking about his choice of words. "To specify that the water must be accessible and clean implies that you know of a situation where it is not. What sort of world are you from?"

"Earth," he answers. "Two hundred years ago, much of the surface of the planet was annihilated by nuclear warfare. The water supply is largely irradiated. It's extremely dangerous to have contact with it without the use of a large-scale purifier or protective gear."

The expression on her face goes blank, in the way of people trying to hide the full strength of her reaction. "In our history, we have records of planets that are too radioactive to support life, millennia after war that no one can recall the cause of. This is the legacy of the old empire. I suppose your world is comparatively lucky that it can still support life at all."

That's. Not very lucky, honestly.

He nods gravely. "The Great War was the result of greed and hubris. Technology pushed too far, past the bounds of what was needed and what was rational. Humankind was nearly completely destroyed, and the world is still struggling to recover from the devastation. I would say it's only within the past hundred years that something akin to true civilization has finally begun to take root."

Turning around, he gestures broadly at the town around him. "In fact, I'm aware it has much to do with my perspective, but I find the habitations and environment here quite luxurious. I could do without the threat of spirits, but I can drink the water and haven't seen a single super mutant."

It all seems very sombre to her, but she recognises these things are... subjective.

"I am glad you are able to experience this now, at least." Merwen's voice is warm. "As threatened as this world is, it is at least more or less whole.

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